Blood Samurai Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

What can we do? I turn to Sam, and I ask him if he's able to clone himself, like he practiced before. "But what if I pass out again?" he asks, his voice uncertain. I place a hand on his shoulder and give him a cold smile. "Don't worry," I say. "You’ve got this. And besides, you've got some of Natasha’s blood in you now. That should give you some extra strength." Sam looks at me, and I can see some trust in his eyes. "Okay," he says. "Let's do this."

" Thats ... impossible. ” Sam stood up with the Haunted Orphan in his hand and the Styng symbol glowing on his forehead . " You said it yourself, Felicia. We both have Styng blood in our veins. ” Sam said with a sadistic glee in his voice. ” Let’s see who deserves to be the last Styng left alive . ” ​

“Go fu-“ Doc cut me off shoving his finger in my mouth. The metallic taste of his skin was already there, clean and cold like a struck coin. The pad of his finger was calloused even eternal “If you have the energy to talk back to me, than you have the energy for a lesson in obedience” She held me there, defiance In her pretty blue eyes. “Suck on it Bambi” I closed my lips around his finger. The metallic tang of his blood exploded on my tongue—a dark, potent wine that made the world sharpen and spin. He watched me, those crimson colored hues dilating with hunger. Something inside me, the thing I’d kept locked down since my first period, Awakened and stirred. I was now Taking longer pulls from

My knuckles whitened from the strain, as if I were clutching the last thread of life in the abyss. "I want them… to pay with their blood…" Samuel looked down at me from above. The corner of his mouth curved into a satisfied smile as he said, "Good. My pack has no room for cowards." The next second, he lifted his wrist and bit into his own vein without hesitation. The pure golden blood of the Lycan royalty, searingly hot and radiating absolute authority, dripped down. Samuel forced my jaw open and poured the scorching blood directly into my mouth.

Sam took out a knife from his boot and I instinctively tried to pull my hand back but Sam wrapped this fingers around it, keeping it put. ”This will only hurt for a moment,” ”I’m not a werewolf, remember?” I said in an obvious tone. ”Right, then this will hurt for a bit more than a moment,” He said and grimaced. ”What exactly are you doing?” ”I’m taking your blood,” ”Why?” ”As proof,” ”How can he know it’s mine?” Sam looked up and smirked at me. ”A man like that, I'm guessing he has a few wizards and witches on standby,” I nodded my head, I guess he had a point.

Shouldn't it heal already? Samantha coughs once again, and similar to the other day, she pukes a mouthful of dead blood on her palm. "Damn it! I can't continue being like this!" Samantha washes the blood in the sink and slams her hands on it after, annoyed for something that she has yet to figure out. After glaring with her reflection for a minute, Samantha goes down in the water, completely disregarding her wounds. She doesn't believe that an ordinary wound could trouble her for so long.

The inevitable fight ensued in the rain-soaked forest. Gunshots resounded continuously. Moans of pain and curses accompanied all of them as they fought against blows and punches. Sam's sword was stained with blood, but he paid no attention to anyone attempting to hinder him, especially if they were responsible for destroying his beloved motorcycle. He would make them pay, without a doubt. Unfortunately... "Argh!" Sam growled in pain as a bullet pierced his right shoulder. The pain that he had ignored earlier suddenly surged along with the searing heat of the lead piercing his skin. The burning sensation inside nearly brought him down, but no, Sam couldn't afford to lose.

Ethan turned toward Amber as his eyes narrowed dangerously, his voice dropping as he questioned, "Who are you? What do you want?" Amber, perched casually on a chair with one foot up, was entirely covered, her voice was distorted through a voice modulator. Even if Ethan suspected her later, there would be no evidence. "What do I want? Simple." Amber raised a hand, gestured toward us, and uttered a sentence that shocked everyone. "What did you say?" For the first time, I saw Ethan lose his composure. Unfortunately, it had to be in a situation like that. "I said, you can save one of them, or you can take someone's place. Such a simple statement, yet you need me to repeat it? For a so-called bus

He would enjoy his time with her. “Do you know what this is, Amari?” Sam casually asked, holding up a vial. She could not respond due to the gag and refused to acknowledge him. “It’s liquid silver.” Amari’s spine straightened, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of continuing to cry. She had Alpha blood in her and could not show weakness.