Blood Of The Samurai Novels & Stories

As I watched the car tear down the road, my heartbeat matched the speed on the screen. Then there was a loud bang. The driver jumped out to look. The footage shows two adults lying on the ground, and the victim's baby had been tossed a distant away. There was blood everywhere. It was so terrible that I almost couldn't watch. Charles and Freddie wiped at their eyes beside me. Then, unbelievably, Maeve said they weren't dead and backed the car up to run over them again. When the relatives saw that, they went completely berserk. "Charles! Freddie! I don't care who was driving. Kill them both!!

“Not the enemy. Alice is good. She’s kind. She’s ours, Samuel. Don’t let this truth twist her into something she’s not.” But Samuel shook his head, tears streaming down his face now. “You don’t understand. You never understood. I swore to protect humanity from their kind. And now—” His voice cracked into a broken whisper. “Now my whole life is a lie.” Alice’s vision blurred with tears. She clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the sob rising in her chest. Her heart was breaking—not just from the truth of her bloodline, but from the look on her father’s face, the hatred in his voice.

I yanked the bag downward with all my strength, then drove my knee up, slamming it straight into his stomach. A dull grunt escaped him as his body staggered backward. He collapsed against the stair railing, his face turning pale in an instant. Brian recovered and rushed at me again. I did not give him the chance. I bent down fast and grabbed the metal cash box my dad had thrown aside earlier. Bang! The edge of the box smashed down onto Brian's foot. "Argh! My foot!" He clutched it, rolling on the ground in pain. I did not stop. I grabbed my backpack and sprinted down the stairs.

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.

Purple, she was now a Dark Princess, and white signified purity, AKA, she's single. The rest of the ceremony was a blur. I remember the cheers as I walked before everyone. I remember looking out and everyone bowing on one knee before me, save Arisa as she was my blood partner. I remember raising the small bowl and feeling everyone's blood trickling down my throat. I felt an odd sensation of being connected. A shiver had wracked through me at the time, and for a second I felt each of them burn through me. Instantly I knew all their names and their history up until they gave me their blood.

I asked her as she waved her arms and again King Lynol and I stepped through, only to return right back to the tower we were once in with Sam. Sam only looks at me for a second before he reaches past me to grab King Lynol around the neck. “You swore you wouldn’t let her get hurt.” He growled out. “SAM?!” I yelled, grabbing his hand. “SAM. Knock it off. Look at me, smell me. It isn’t my blood. Not a hair is displaced.” I said as he slowly returned his glance at me and slowly looked me up and down. Releasing King Lynol, Sam came over to me and began to nuzzle my neck and felt him relax as he realized that the smell of the blood was different than mine.

Blade turns back to Arthur and asks, “Can we go inside?” Arthur’s eyes are now focused on me and he comments, “You’ve been drinking blood.” I flick my tongue out, wetting my dry lips, and I respond, “I have.” “Be careful. Too much will take away the human side.” He turns and opens the door as he walks into the house. Blade follows right behind him as he asks, “What does that mean?” I walk in behind Blade and close the door. Arthur takes a seat in the small living room where he has a wine glass that is half filled with blood. His eyes move between the two of us and he asks, “How much do I owe, Blade?”

He has his arm wrapped around Sam’s neck and a silver knife held to his throat. A growl leaves Nico’s chest as he rips the knife across Sam’s throat. Sam’s blood sprays from his neck, coating the ground in front of him. His eyes are plastered open wide as Nico lets go of his body. Sam falls to his knees before landing face-first in a puddle of his own blood. “My son has returned,” Nico laughs as roves of warriors come out of the shadows. Nico spreads his arms open wide and walks toward me. “And you have brought me an army.”

The claw and the dinner knife clashed with each other so suddenly behind Samuel. The ancient vampire leaned sideways a little to see who was the opponent. “I hope she has enough experience.” Samuel waved his hand to the Blood Vampire. “Don’t worry. If something happens to her, you will experience the fall together with me. It’s a lose-lose situation that I’m willing to take to enrich her experience.” For some reason, Samuel felt like he was so cool spitting such cool phrases. Blood Vampire leisurely cut himself with his long nails. The spilled blood slowly solidified and turned into a bloody spear. He held the spear and swung it confidently.

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