Zane Ninjago Titanium Ninja Novels & Stories

I let out and Zane doesn't force me. Handing me a glass of milk, I sip everything before handing him back the glass. He sends everything outside and walks back to me. Zane is in a clean grey shirt and black silk trousers. His tailored waist makes me feel good in my woman parts. A day shrub hangs against his chin and his hooded eyes. I can't help but bite my lips at that. “Are you done eye-fucking me?” Zane asks as he walks to the decanter and pours himself a double scotch.

"Ahh! I can't take it! I’m going, Bane!" "Sss… that grip is fucking insane!" The girl tensed up, unable to move anymore. Each Titan had his own style—Grimm was fierce and enduring, Vanguard was gentle, and Bane had incredible technique. Occasionally, he’d buck his hips, hammering up into her with a loud Thwack, thrusting so fast it was a blur, before burying it to the hilt and holding it there. "Sss… oh… magnificent. So fucking tight." The muscular giant pulled his massive rod out. A moment later, the thick, white nectar overflowed from her slit.

Even from a distance, his presence made Zoe’s heart skip. Sara and Nikola were nearby, standing beside a stack of weapons. Sara was carefully inspecting a silver-edged dagger, while Nikola tested the balance of a longsword. The sight of them grounded Zoe - they were her pack, her family, and they were in this together. As Zoe approached, Sara caught sight of her and waved her over. “Hey! Did you see this?” She held up the dagger, its blade glinting menacingly. “Custom forged, silver core, and runes for extra damage against anything dark magic-related. We’re definitely taking this.”

‘Titanium Technique, has the attacking power compared to that of a warlord, and a massive amount of inner energy…’ He had seen a lot of genius fighters before, but none of them could be compared to Kayson. Even Nicholas paled in comparison to the young man before him.

Inside that purple box was a lubricant and a dildo. "You want us to try this together? Tonight?" Zane asked, his voice low and dangerous. I swallowed. "Not everything." His icy stare locked me in place. "Not everything? Some things you want to use on your own?" My blood ran cold. I cursed Navy. Why would she give me this? Zane stood up in slow motion. I took a step back on instinct. "Which one of us should use this?" he asked. My eyes were glued to the purple dildo in his hand. He held it by the tips of his fingers, as far away from his body as possible.

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.

Almost. That short-lived fight between him and Titus showed me that he still had his weaknesses and that’s maybe why he ran outside right after. He hated feeling weak and he didn’t want anyone to see that. “Humongous. He’s like a giant now. Seven foot tall.” Zane exclaimed and I gasped. “Seriously? That’s huge!” I said surprised. “I’m just messing with you,” he chuckles and I shoot him a glare.

Zane adjusted the blonde wig with a flick of his fingers and grinned at his reflection in the polished bronze mirror. Yeonho’s uniform fit him snugly, the weight of the sword at his hip both foreign and delicious. He puffed out his chest, strutting around the dorm room like a peacock who’d stolen another bird’s feathers. “So,” the kid, Tae, the nervous little physician—whispered as he scrambled to keep pace. “Did anyone recognize you?”

Even in the dark, Yuri’s sharp eyes could catch the black butterfly tattoo on the side of his neck as well as the silver hoop-like earring that he wore in his left ear, along with the bracelet with the Roman numeral for five engraved on it around his left wrist. “Eh?” Ren blinked as he recognised the spinning dagger that had just saved both their lives. “That is…Zeus?” He then looked up into the air and spotted the newcomer, and recognised him immediately. “Tohya?” Tohya Tanigawa, Phantom V of the Hati’s elites, as well as the assigned partner of both Ren and Yuri grinned at them as he landed onto the ground safely, releasing the clasps which attached the parachute to his body, and tossed it

Aki and Temujin nodded grimly. “Who else is there?” Temujin asked. “Well, there’s your old enemy Ganzorig. There’s this bomb expert and firebug, Zonghuo. Lastly, there’s Zaterra who’s a… nobody. He doesn’t have any clan or ki powers because he was an orphan from the Far West. He wields crescent moon knives and claims to be the pioneer of a technique he calls the Drunken Fist. Personally, I think it’s just his excuse to drink a lot.”