Blood Samurai Novels & Stories

I pick up the dagger; the sleek, curved blade glints dangerously in the firelight, the handle is black gold encrusted with red rubies, and where the blade meets the hilt there is a small sphere containing… “Is that blood?” “Yes. My blood, in fact.” I look at him speechless, not only because he has given me his blood but also because the design of the blade is so similar to my mothers; hers was silver and blue, containing water, whereas mine is black and red, containing blood, but the rest is almost exactly the same. I can’t stop the tears that begin falling, “Samael, I- thank you so much, this is… amazing.”

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

" I chuckled. He got into the car. I went to my car just next to him. He followed my lead and it didn't take long when we arrived at Sammy's atelier. Greco was behind me when I entered the large hall of Sammy's designs. The staffs greeted me but only looked at me for a moment because it took longer to look behind me. Judging the glint on their eyes, it is impossible to ask who they are looking at. A gay staff even bumped to mannequin. "Aleira!" Sammy, a famous designer in her forties, went to me. The age of Mommy and family friends did not go away, so she became our family designer.

"Let her go,she's ours" The mist coil like Anaconda and rounded the forest,hissing,snapping effortlessly,it traveled along the part of the gamaliels and stood there as if to challenge them,the gamaliels sneer and in a minute their skins begin to peel,turning into a Phoenix,they'd the powers,they'd the strength that's why they addressed them as the red blooded kim,it changed from mallow to olive bad then salmon. The mist recoil moving back and in a snap they attacked,coiling around their enemies like ropes,the gamaliels tore it apart earning a loud squeal,a deafening one.

"It is nothing big, honest. i just need one, maybe two, vials of your blood." "What?" Arisa yelled shocked. I couldn't contain my anger. I involuntarily phased into my demon form, albeit just the first stage. "You want me to bargain with my blood?! You know that is the one thing, other than Liz, that I can't give!" "No, not your blood, HER blood." Veronica pointed over to Arisa who looked pale. "What?" I asked shocked. Arron was also rather confused as he looked on and Liz was behind me, clutching the fabric of my pants into her little hands.

Miriam, who had began going to his church asked. “These rains are now deadly, people have to be careful.” Ken said. The way he put it so casually made me shudder. But I pretended I was shocked by Alex’s death. I looked at Alex from the side of my eyes and it was obvious Ken was more intelligent than an average shamba boy. How can he plan someone’s death so perfectly as to make it seem it occurred as a result of a natural calamity? Alex’s car was recovered downhill. There was a loaded pistol in his vehicle and an unspecified amount of money in the car. But what was even stranger, there was a five-liter jerrycan full of human blood!

I run into the woods, blood, I need blood. I sniff, there's a human in here, I look around, noticing two elderly couple walking and smiling at each other. I lick my lips. I speed in front of them which startled them. I quickly grab the old man neck and suck out all the blood in his vain, making the old lady scream. The man fell from my hand lifelessly, my eyes turn red, my demons showing itself, I look at the terrified woman before grabbing her and finishing what I started. *****"**

The guy clawed at Samuel’s fingers, legs jerking violently, his body desperate to breathe. His friends lunged forward—too slow. Samuel flicked his wrist without looking. Knives sailed through the air. The first buried itself in one guy’s shoulder. The second sliced through another’s arm, pinning him to a wooden column. Screams split the night. Samuel didn’t react. His fingers curled, pressing deeper into the guy’s throat. The color drained from the guy’s face. His movements turned sluggish. Then… He went limp. Miriam snapped.