Black Samurai Novel Novels & Stories

So there was nothing left for them to do. “Something isn’t right” Back on the sidelines, Samoa couldn’t shake off this strange sense of unease that assaulted his senses. Something didn’t feel right. They had killed the beast that threatened the sanctity of the village and its people. He should be happy. But he wasn’t. There was this discomforting feeling that was pushing onto his soul. He couldn’t help but think that something was wrong. “Wait. I finally know what that beast is!”

"Or at least everything contained within that book." "Y-You've read it? But it was written in Latin?" "I may not possess your level of intellect, but I do have common sense," Samantha chuckled. "Besides, I wasn't the one who read it. He did," she pointed behind them, and they cringed upon seeing Rener grinning. "R-Rener!" Takumi gasped, bewildered by his demonic butler's sudden presence. "What are you doing here?!" "He's the familiar I was referring to," Samantha added which made Takumi fidget to where he stood.

He drops dead a second later. Liam flinched next to me, finally turning to me. “I’m fine,” he says. “You?” I gave a curt nod, spotting my gun. I rushed to grab it and handed Liam the other one. “Come on big guy,” I hear Miles speak up. “Pick someone your own size,” I let out a chuckle. He never learns. My chest squeezed when the Samurai raised his sword at Miles, who quickly brought his double-sided blade, successfully stopping it from harming him. With his other hand, he swings the smaller blade and slices through the Samurai’s well embroidered tunic. He grunts, staggering. For a moment, I’m frozen like Liam was earlier, watching Miles fight with so much skill and precision that I can’t hel

"It's not glowing. It's just... grass." "Where is Sam?" I asked. We stood up, our legs heavy and stiff. In the center of the park, sitting on a bench, was Sam. He looked older, somehow. His hair was messy, and he looked exhausted, but his eyes were clear. He wasn't holding a phone. He was holding a **Notebook**. "You're awake," Sam said, a tired smile crossing his face. "What happened?" I asked, walking toward him. "The tower... the Aethel-Group... the stream..."

“A-Ahem. Long ago-“ “What a classic start to a grandpa story.” Sensei grew silent while locking onto Tamashi’s eyes. After a brief moment, Tamashi began to shift uncomfortably.” “Sorry, go on.” “Long ago, there lived a group of valiant samurai in an unstable Japan. These samurai searched far and wide for a way to end the wars that besieged Japan and threatened the very existence of their people. “The samurai exhausted many of their options and began to lose hope, until one mysterious man stepped up to the plate.

“With pleasure.” “Please calm down sir. Stress isn't good for you,” Satori's calm voice reached my ears. Gentle! Soothing. I sat back, my fists clenched into balls. “Would you believe what happened because of him?” Pain clouded my voice as I spoke, right after making sure he wasn't there. She leaned closer, curious. “He managed to save Samien from those I had sent to kidnap her. Now, we're back to square one.” Her face shattered, shoulders stooping low. “This isn't good news. How come he was there at the same time as the men?”

**Trigger Warning** Scenes in this chapter depict signs of attempted sexual abuse. Samara’s POV My uncle’s hand suddenly wanders along my body, touching me in places that aunt Becky instructed that no one should ever touch, at least not without my consent and when I am old enough. It is then that I realize just what is happening and panic begins to set in. I wiggle in his grasp when his hand glides over my barely there breasts, but his hold is too tight for me to get myself free.

Lucenzo's POV Flashback Samantha runs her fingers down my chest, skimming over my nipples lightly as she trails down to her mission- my cock which is wrapped with a condom and waiting for her to hop on it and ride it to sunset. She is taking her sweet time though, touching everything but my cock. The cheeky thing.

“You must mean those two men. Mr. Smith and that other fellow. I’m not saying this is any of my business, but you don’t have to date anyone you don’t want to. If you want to just focus on your family business then that’s what you should do. Men are simple creatures. They’re like crows. If they see something shiny, they want it.” “You’re a man too you know.” “I am, and I apologize for my candor.” “No, it was nice. I’m sure if my brother had grown into an adult, he would be similar to you. But not have a sister complex or something?” Sam looked at her through the rearview mirror with his eyebrows arched. “Sorry, something I picked up from my otaku days.” “Once an otaku always an otaku.” He lif

He easily covered the span of the entire room—forty feet—before the archers even relaxed their hands. Sam came down feet first, kicking the center one right in the chest with such force that he knocked back the whole crowd, like a row of dominoes. A dozen soldiers went down. Before the others could react, Sam reached over and snatched two swords out of two soldier’s hands. He spun and slashed in every direction. His aim was perfect. He chopped off head after head, then turned and jabbed the survivors right through the heart. He cut through the crowd like butter. Within seconds, dozens of soldiers slumped to the ground, lifeless.