Shinobu Novels & Stories

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

"You're not alone in this, Aqua. We're family, and we'll get through anything together." Aqua said goodbye to her grandmother and headed to school. As Aqua stepped outside the gate, she saw Damon standing beside his truck, the sunlight casting a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. His tall, athletic frame was impossible to miss, exuding both strength and grace. Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

Inojin Senshi, captain of the Kansa Mortals, was not the kind of man who made it easy for people to like him. His teammates called him Barney, though never to his face unless they were on good terms. His personality was a strange mix,mean and strict on the surface, but deeply loyal to those he trusted, with a sarcastic streak that sometimes felt like affection and sometimes felt like a knife.

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

Michelangelo gritted his teeth. He too looked around and saw all the people waiting for Tikhon. First, his eyes fell on Ishida Masayuki, the scary leader of Limiri Cosca from Thobhu Limiri, dressed sharply in a grey suit. His strict face was enough to instil fear in even the most fearless people.

There was no Doraemon in this world, so he didn't care about using this name as his fake name. "Nobita Nobi." Hong nodded and said, "Then let's finish our duel!" He took a deep breath, tightened all the muscles on his body, and was about to strike down Monica, but... "HONG, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Hong and Monica then turned and they saw a young woman with crazy-looking sanpaku eyes, thin black eyebrows, long black hair that falls down her back and some strands that fall over her face, an ample bosom, full red lips, a toothy grin revealing her shark-like teeth and a pair of rectangular semi-rimmed glasses.

Random guy… “The person that now has to go home and take a cold shower!” Capris face turned red from embarrassment, it appears to be the guy she was backed up against grinding on his man parts.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

Alpha Shinro, son of the former alpha and the hidden enemy of the Werewolf Committee, just recently took the title from his brother after he returned from the Blood Claws Pack and after clearing his name with indisputable pieces of evidence he presented to the Werewolf Committee and the Black Ridge Pack’s council of elders. Curling her toes that were now protruding from her socks, her beaten combat boots were barely hanging on to survive. It was at this moment that her stomach grumbled. On instinct, her hands held her gurgling stomach as the noise continued. With a flushed face, Diana cast her face down upon the curious looks of the people walking past her.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.