Black Samurai Novel Novels & Stories

From the corner of my eyes I could see Micheal,Cris and some of my pack warriors as they circled round the captors. I cough out blood as vision blurred. I had to hang in there. For my people,for Samantha. I changed to myself until I was strong enough to withstand the pain. "Manuel!Are you alright?!" samantha called from across the lawn drawing their attention back to me. He smiled triumphantly. "Oh, I see what you're doing here.You’re trying to distract me by trying to appeal to my greater nature and to my emotions so that's you can find a way to kill me right?"he asked.

Shandra leans her body more to the side imperceptibly, ready to hear Julian's account, who interlaces the fingers of his own hands and begins to stare at a fixed point in the shed. "Sam isn't just the exiled prince of the hell realm. I mean, that seems like enough on its own, doesn't it?" The girl says nothing. The redhead sighed. "Sam is one of the craziest guys I've ever met. He doesn't seem to care much for Order and the Law. He just does what he thinks is right, no matter who's in the way or if anyone besides him will suffer the consequences."

After confirming that Uncle Sam was unconscious, she then walked over to me and helped me up, "Come on Sha, we have to get out of here immediately!" She's trying to support my body which is too weak to stand up. "No!!!" I screamed as loud as I could when I saw Uncle Sam opened his eyes and was already standing behind Nami, preparing to stab Nami with a knife. I quickly pushed Nami's body, gasped when the knife stabbed into my stomach. I could hear Uncle Sam squeak and pull the knife, sending excruciating pain straight through me. But I can't let him go, I again step up to protect Nami from another knife stab.

Neither did I. Around us, the surviving Blackwood wolves slowly emerged from the shattered pack house. Some limped. Some carried wounded packmates. Some didn't come at all. I couldn't think about those yet. I couldn't think about anything. Then Sam appeared. He was covered in blood. His shirt was torn nearly in half and one side of his face had already begun swelling. The second his eyes found the empty sky... he froze. "Kazan?" The wolf didn't turn. Sam looked at me.

“And whoever it is… they know him too well.” But Samuel refused to hear. Life was vulture life for Samuel — governments, enemies, and harsh friends. What Samuel failed to comprehend was that the knife had been driven deep into his side long ago by hands he had not been expecting. --- That evening, Shayla turned another notch on her holster on her score of wins. Determinedly, she laid aside her book. "Tomorrow," she gasped into the blackness, "a new gulf will yawn." And far away Samuel alone in his lair stared at the trembling face in a whiskey glass. Samuel Blackwood — that enigmatical man who had ever seemed so — was actually scared for the first time in his life.

Hello everyone :)... I want to kindly apologise for delayed update. I was supposed to update in every 2 days but something came up so I am uploading today... Sorry💛💙 ★———————————————★ Sam's POV* It is so cold here? Where I am? I feel I am drowning deep…. I can’t see anything. It is so dark here… I want to get out from here but I can’t move my hand and lags feels like I am paralyzed…

Daniel and Dario try shooting at him but it's not fucking useful and right now I'm too focused on trying to not die than to tell them. These Samurai range from ones that wear tameshi gusoku and ones that wear a kimono and the one I'm fighting is in armor. Swords clash furiously and I almost lose my grip until I realize that there's always an opening in the armor if it wasn't so dark I could find it

Chapter 5 The fight is against Shade Marcus the Narrsissist Vampire King. Sam stands tall, his chiseled physique a testament to his unwavering dedication to fitness. His bulging biceps and broad shoulders exude raw power, honed from years of military battles. His shoulder-length black hair often falls messily onto his broad shoulders, and his piercing grey/blue eyes seem to bore into those he meets. His tattoos, a striking blend of Mayan tribal and Anunnaki designs, whisper tales of his rebellious past and his defiance against the darkness. As an elder vampire and a skilled fighter, Sam's tech expertise and ancient knowledge make him a formidable force in the world. His raw, masculine appeal

Miho growled again, scowling at Sam who was coughing on his words whilst he took out a book from his bag pack. Instantly after receiving her book, Miho hurried away without looking behind. Sam gulped, urging his tears not to escape whilst he stormed out of the restaurant. — "You are…e-evil!" Spat as soon as he had reached his home. His eyes were bloodshot and watery— his face was covered in sweat as if someone had splashed water all over his face. ""Give it up! Nobody will be with a lowlife like you!"" Sam recalled words someone had said to him. Tears made a sudden waterfall on his pale cheeks, his whole body was shaking.

I sat on my knees and hold the feet of one guy, then started chopping his toe fingers, The man was screaming like a lunatic, he was struggling like a fish struggles without water and a human gasp without air but Sam raised his leg and stuffed his shoe tip into his mouth. He was suffocating the man, his eyes were looking so red as if he was possessed by some evil power. If Sam's eyes could emit fire, he would have turned all the men into ashes... But I'm sure if Sam is keeping them alive, then he must have kept them alive to show the hell to these men with wide-open eyes. Sam has been called a killing machine in our clan, and the reason for his barbarity was this trafficking business that sna