Soul Archer Ninjago Novels & Stories

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

With a single snap of his fingers Jangnap disappeared out of the Battle field. Wren rolled her eyes around, every single one of them with their longs and shorts weapons except her --wasn’t necessary for she trusted her fists and palms more, smirked as her eyes fixated only on Luna. Suddenly a tattooed arm grabbed hard onto the princess’s body and a double-edged blade-like fingers stretched closely to her neck. Wren glanced undaunted at it then up to the being who stupidly held her. A weird looking middle-aged male with dyed mohawk hairdo, having scars on his forehead down to his right side of his neck, a pointed nose and insanely using his elongated tongue to lick Wren’s shaved head.

Siron and Kit scrambled to close the doors that were still hanging open. As the van began to pick up speed, one of the Soul Reapers jumped, clutching the roof. Then another, and another. The van grew heavy, slowing down. "Get them off!" Kit yelled. Siron looked out the window. Ari stood in the distance, watching with a smile. He raised his hand again, and this time, from his robes, he pulled out a strange weapon, a short spear with a tip made of silver crystal. Ari threw it. The spear whistled through the air, aimed not at Siron or the Soul Flower, but at...

I shot another arrow and killed another person. “Who are you?” The big brute asked. “I am Senju Yukina. How dare you tarnish my family’s name?” I shot another arrow. One of the guys, who was holding the rope that was tied to Sora, was wearing a helmet. He must be the leader. “Kill her.” A group of 3 came towards me but I shot all of them with 3 arrows consecutively. Each one aimed at the head. I pointed the arrow at the leader and fired. It hit his shoulder.

JASPER I shuffled my hand through the cold congealed lasagna. Fully used to it and ones far more worse than this, I ought to have finished it but not when my mind was going through a tough time of indecision. “Hand it over in case you’re too emotionally down to eat. I shall finish it up for you, the pleasure is mine.” My eyes tore across the cell, and there he was, flashing his blackened tooth at me. Archer is a bastard. He toys with me without fail even though he knew I was always fully ready to beat him to stupor like every other time.

It questioned back. "I'm the one asking the questions around here." I stated. The soul laughed at me. "And what made me obliged to answer you? You are nothing." He replied. I knew that this was an indirect challenge to my status. I immediately pulled out the mirror in my bag pack and said the words: "Hell summonte hell arosente death take never returnt." A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground.

"In fact, That Dark skinned Melee has got an ocean of an arsenal… she has too many Lethal soul armas! And the worst part is that she knows how to use them all… Not to mention her chain mace is a nightmare. She keeps shattering our swords and pouding holes through our steel armors as if they are made of cheap plastic... " "A weapon specialist..huh! Alright then order all our archers to make a group attack on their archer… " "Sir! That's what I was trying to do until I realized that that's not possible…. This Agenor guy is way too vicious and cunning…he has purposely targeted and injured every clan's best Archers." "What about the clanless Archers? I remember we picked around 6 clanless from t

Archer spoke, dropping onto one knee as he bowed his head. “Would it be selfish of me to ask for more time? I can’t imagine how much you have suffered, but I am not ready to give up yet. I must believe I can defeat her as I am, with more training. If I can’t, I want to return and try again.” As I spoke, my voice shook. I was looking at Archer, but my question was also to the other half of my soul. “Not at all. We have barely lived a life that isn’t filled with heartache and disaster. I want us to find our happiness.” The other part of my soul answered.

Is this the soul eater or is this something that merely has her shape? Confused, I move to stand up and see what she does, but she refuses to release her grip on me and now I have no choice but to divulge my hand to her. Pulling out a gun filled with silver bullets from under the covers, I had found out in the last couple of weeks, that silver affects supernatural beings. When she looks down at the gun, something clicks in her head, and I see recognition on her face the moment she glares at me with those eyes.

Now that I think about it, what else could he do besides sighing? "Whether I eat or not is my business, not giving you is also my business." The Moon Goddess got angry and said. “From the beginning to the end, the Archer God refused to drink soup to erase the memories of his past life. I think it's because he's waiting for a message from you." Just as he expected, the wrath of the Moon Goddess disappeared, replaced by shame and nostalgia. "I don't mind him always tormenting himself like that, just wondering if you're embarrassed?"