Blood Of The Samurai Novels & Stories

Within seconds, dozens of soldiers slumped to the ground, lifeless. Sam dropped to his knees and sank his fangs into each one’s heart, drinking and drinking. He knelt there, on all fours, hunched over like a beast, gorging himself with blood, still trying to fulfill his rage, which was limitless. Sam finished, but was still not satisfied. He felt as if he needed to battle entire armies, to kill masses of humanity at once. He needed to gorge for weeks. And even then, it wouldn’t be enough. “SAMSON!” shrieked a strange female voice.

Then, as he reached the final vampire, he grabbed the huge silver battle axe from her hand, swung it back, and flew right for Sergei. Sergei’s eyes opened wide. Before he could react, Sam flew at full speed, right at Sergei, and swung the axe down hard. It was a clean shot. Within a fraction of a second, Sam had decapitated Sergei, his head rolling off his body, and his body collapsing to the floor.

Which is ironic because her life is in danger due to her daring to touch my mate. Lucern’s exhausted face comes into view, blocking the sight of Samara trying to climb Kenji like an irresistible tree. He attempts to cool my rising anger with his gentle touch, his tired eyes pleading with me to calm down. But the red doesn’t disappear from my eyes. The possessive beast that lurks deep inside of me still demands the blood of the whore touching my man.

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.

As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping. Despite being drenched in blood, he bolted toward me and pounded my attacker on the head. Blood spilled all over the concrete floor, either coming from Jake or the rogue. Anna let out a shriek. It was total mayhem. “Joey!” Anna shouted. Through the madness, a massive black wolf came charging from a distance with incredible speed. I knew that it was Joey, my aloof mate. It never crossed my mind that Joey had shared a mind link with Anna.

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

The clash of steel against fur filled the air as the fighters engaged in a ferocious battle for their lives. The fighters fought with every ounce of strength and skill they possessed, their weapons slicing through the air with deadly precision. The metallic scent of blood mingled with the dampness of the cave, creating an atmosphere of raw intensity. Sam, at the forefront of the conflict, exhibited unwavering bravery as he lunged at the snarling creatures, his blade glinting in the pale moonlight.

The previous night, after being shockingly stabbed by a machete, Ben was left gasping for air and bleeding heavily. How could he have underestimated that b****** Mapulanga? He cussed himself. He had never being this stupid. If only he could be given a chance to kill that fool, he would but looking at how things stood, he would be dead in a few minutes if the blood flow wouldn’t be contained. Damn, life flashed on his face. The k3 million wasn’t going to be spent. If Devi could play the game right, he would get it all. Screw Devi, he gasped for air even more. He was his bestfriend though. One only friend in crime. One chance, just a chance, he begged looking at the heavens.

Sharper this time. I swallowed. My hands were shaking. I hugged my sketchbook tighter. He exhaled through his nose. Looked at the blood on his knuckles like it had personally offended him. Then he reached into his jacket, pulled out a black bandana, and started wrapping his hand. I watched, stupidly mesmerized. “Why were you there?” I asked quietly. His eyes flicked to mine. “I was passing through.” “Twice in two days you’ve ‘passed through’ exactly where I am.”

It's worse than I imagined. A jagged scar cuts across his ribs, but it's not just a scar. The flesh is blackened and twisted, and within it, something glows—a deep, pulsing red light like embers in dying coals. The mark is shaped like a broken moon encircled by thorns, and as I watch, shadows writhe beneath his skin, spreading out from the mark like roots. "This is the Bloodwraith Mark," he says, his voice hollow. "My father tried to break a sacred bond, and Vorrak punished our entire bloodline for it. This curse turns emotion into hunger. The stronger I feel, the more dangerous I become. And with you…" He shakes his head. "Everything I feel is amplified a hundredfold. Your fear feeds me. Yo