Blood Samurai Novels & Stories

“But… he’s going to kill Travis… Yamamoto injected him with something, and…” "Travis has regained strength," she heard a voice that sent a wave of anger through her head. “I neutralized the drug in order to—” Flying out into the street, Sammy saw the Kamikaze held by Jasper and slapped him hard. - Bastard! he shouted. - Poor psychopath! "Quiet, Samantha..." Becker grabbed her by the shoulders and gently pulled her away from Yamamoto, whose eyes lit up with an unkind light. - Calm down, he will come back ... Travis is very strong, he can handle it.

“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

“It’s about the child of prophecy.” A chill seeps into my bones, and my fists clench at my sides. The silence in the room seems to thicken. “What about it?” “The child of prophecy is a male,” Gaza replies. “Born of royal blood, and can be identified by the colour of his hair.” My neck tilts. “Hair colour? What’s the colour?” He straightens, eyes burning a strange orange colour before returning to its normal amber. “White.” A sharp inhale sounds.

“The fate thread chooses you, and now, it is passing its powers into you, Luna of the Silver Crescent.” The braid of hair shone golden around Samantha’s wrist, and Devon and Diana gasped as they watched golden ink appear from her forearm like a gilded tattoo of the insignia of the Royal Clan of the Primordial Blood. I froze as I watched because it just confirmed everything—that Samantha was indeed from that rare bloodline. It made me wonder what my council’s reaction would be once they learned about Samantha’s origin. What she really was.

With their declaration, they get up and all the pack members rise before them. Aiden and Samantha Walk behind us and I watch as they both stick their index fingers into the silver bowl filled with mine and Harper's blood and put them in each other's mouths. As soon as they do it, I feel a mental window opening between me Aiden, and Samantha. My eyes widen as I realize that the blood has just helped me open the mind link with the two of them. I watched as the two of them divided the blood and walked down the stage to distribute the blood to all the pack members. As each of the pack members tastes our blood, a new link opens in my mind.

“Azreal said it describes the situation of the host perfectly.” “Are you sure your demon isn’t possessed?” Sam asked as he grabbed a blood bag out of a cooling box before he poured it into a cup and mixed it with some tomato juice. “It’s animal blood.” Sam said as he sipped it like it was coffee before he sat down on a stool. “Still a vegetarian. Old habits die hard is very true.” I said as he rolled his eyes. “On the matter, I have made a cure but it’s not perfect, it gives temporal relief and you’re the only one who I can count on to perfect it.”

he adds, licking his lips with his disgusting snake tongue. Now, I can't help the shudder that leaves me. Samirah wraps an orange band around my arm and feels for a vein. When she finds one she's satisfied with, she gets out the needle and gently pokes it into the vein. She takes a couple vials of blood before Amon hands her...a teacup. I continue to fight back the tears as she screws the part at the end of the little tube, and my blood freely flows into the cup. She only stops when it's damn near spilling over. She hands it back to Amon, takes a piece of gauze, pulls the needle out of my arm, and puts a bandage over the top.

Village Head Samoa lifted up his great sword to block Red Rose’s blow, his pale eyes showing a glimpse of emotion as he was knocked back a few feet. Without making any obvious movements, he summoned the wind to break his retreat, causing a wind wall to appear behind him and gather him gently into its embrace. Red Rose sought to continue her pursuit, but Village Head Samoa was not her only foe now. Three Blood Golems dashed towards Red Rose even before she could go after Village Head Samoa.

SAM faces his fear, and it is almost an hour since he is donating blood. “All done,” the volunteer said to him and carrying the Styrofoam basket with him up to the hospital. He goes to the laboratory to make test it for cross-matching. He pays his last cash, and he feels awful about it. Sam recalled that his diamonds could be converted to cash—he rushes to dial the CEO Cameron. “H-Hello Sir?” “Yes? I have a virtual meeting today—“

I stood up slowly then found myself in the middle of corpses. I remembered the previous ordeal, I was too surprised to say anything, the shooter was just a boy, one I had known, my own brother Ikem. They had gotten to him turned him into a machine only bent on destruction. I saw the fear written in his face, the terror of the blood he had shed, his eyes coloured of marijuana.