The Ninja Gamer Novels & Stories

"You have two choices: hand it over peacefully and face me in a challenge, or force me to come in and take it by force." "You..." Nakamura's face went pale as he contemplated Kiran's threat. As the secretary-general of the Ninja Association, he was a high-ranking ninja and unaccustomed to such dire threats to his life. He did not expect Kiran to severely injure him by just stomping his foot. He could not fight back at all when Kiran released that earth-shattering aura. Kiran was very terrifying! If he really charged in, who knew how many people would die? He would definitely be more formidable than Leo Maddox back then.

“I don’t care about that. I want to look up my parents and find out more about my family, my pack, and everything else. I know nothing, and I’m fed up with it. How can I agree to be called Xenia when I have no idea about her?” I watch him smile. “I will get you a laptop. Just promise me that you will not look through competition things. I will get in trouble if you do.” “I swear.” My fingers are crossed. I need to watch and see if I can figure out why he’s acting differently. I walk back in and wait. Ten minutes later, he knocked and handed me the laptop. Walking back through, I sit down and open the laptop. I pull up the website with videos of today. Each one begins when we are sitting and

Natzy stared at him, her mind racing. "And we're hunted," Kyle continued. "By our own crimes." "What does that mean?" Natzy demanded. "You'll see soon enough." Before she could press further, the woman in the business suit called out to Naro. "How do you know this is a game?" she asked, her voice trembling with hope. Naro straightened, trying to look confident. "I'm a game developer. I recognize the structure. The timer, the trials, the rules. It's all designed like a survival game."

The cold metal of a gun pressed against the underside of my chin. "Did you not hear me the first time?" The man's hot, wet breath fanned across my face. My stomach turned. "I said get on the fucking floor, bitch." His dark eyes gleamed with malice. Some criminals were all bravado. They just wanted to snatch the goods and leave without actualy killing anyone. But the man in front of me? He wouldn't hesitate to murder someone in cold blood. He looked like he was itching for it. The drumming of my heart reached a fever pitch.

“After Monic and Dom left, I started going to the Underground Place frequently, as in everyday-frequently. I loved fighting, it was something I do in my spare time and no, I didn’t do it because of the money it supplied. I made sure it all went to an orphanage nearby. I did it out of sheer pleasure. I love the thrill of the fight and the adrenaline it fills me. You would understand,” I gave Adam and Zac a pointed look and they both nodded in understanding. “What I have trouble understanding is why you, a nerd, would choose the Underground Place to fight in of all places. Why didn’t you go to a smaller less dangerous place? Where there are no bulky guys.” Jake pointed out.

Turning the doorknob, I slipped into the room and then slammed the door shut behind me to announce my presence. Gunnar didn't even flinch at the sound, seated with his back against the headboard and the bottom half of his body hidden under white sheets. His laptop sat on his lap as he vigorously typed. The son of a cactus didn't even spare me a single glance whereas I found myself scanning his body. He was shirtless, reminding that he was carved by the Greek Gods themselves. Probably carved by Hades in all fairness. "I didn't say you could enter," Gunnar grunted, lips twitching. He wanted to hide his distaste but couldn't.

The bounty hunter frowned, leaving behind an afterimage, disappearing from Ash’s sight. As expected of a ninja in Japan, speed was their absolute advantage. In the next instant, Ash sensed an immense threat looming over his back. He turned around abruptly and dodged the sword. Another sonorous clang. The bounty hunter had shifted behind Ash to try for a sneak attack. However, he underestimated Ash’s deftness. Ash used the katana in his hand to parry the other man’s slash. And then, the two exchanged a dozen blows in under ten seconds. The other party narrowed his eyes and glared at Ash, a hint of smugness surfacing on his face.

Andrea rolled under the vanity, her only intelligent thought being, Get away. When she looked up again, Zain had a handful of the ninja's robes and kicked repeatedly, kneeing the ninja attacker in the stomach, landing a foot against the guy's thigh. It was like watching UFC, except it wasn't an even match at all. The ninja tried to swipe at Zain and he just...floated...out of the guy's reach. The ninja grappled with Zain, wrenching at his arms. Zain lost his hold and the ninja backpedaled toward the door, whirled, and sprinted away.

Eira mentally swore that if she ever found this Armando guy, she might just do something nasty to him. For a second she wondered who he was and so she looked up to find the winner. And there he was. The referee held his hand up announcing him the winner. She couldn't see his face because his entire face was covered in a black mask except for his lips and dark brown eyes. His brown eyes. Dark, bloodthirsty and fierce.

" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" Gunner snorted at Khyle's halfhearted attempt to sell him on it. He sounded about as doubtful as Gunner felt. It wasn't that Gunner Jäger was adverse to playing some video games. Guys were guys after all. If there wasn't anything hot to pursue, then having a few beers and running your buddy off the road or shooting him six ways to Sunday was always a good alternate. Video games were fine. At home. At a party. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">