Blood Samurai Novels & Stories

Marcus turned around to think with his hands on his head, backing Sammy. He suddenly reached out for his pocket knife and plunged onto Sammy, stabbing him deep right into his chest. Sammy took a few steps backward involuntarily, letting Marcus take out his knife from his chest and fall. Sammy, shocked at what just happened looked down at his chest, his clear white shirt had now turned deep red, his blood flowing like a stream all the way down to his stomach and back area.

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.

I said in relief as I took a sigh. "Damn that prayer!" He said. Suddenly, Damon Karsyn appeared right beside my bed. He is fully naked. His chartreuse green eyes were glowing. His teeth were about to broke as he gnashes on it hardly. "You'll rot in hell along with me," his hands then showed me a samurai. He waved it in the air before he stabbed me in the chest. "Uhmmp!" Blood oozes from my chest as my vision started to dim. Sayonara.

The other two having joyfully accepted the offer, Banzayémon ran downstairs, and went up to the strange Samurai and saluted him, saying-- “I pray you to wait a moment, Sir Samurai. My name is Fuwa Banzayémon at your service. I am a Rônin, as I judge from your appearance that you are yourself. I hope you will not think me rude if I venture to ask you to honour me with your friendship, and to come into this tea-house to drink a cup of wine with me and two of my friends.” The strange Samurai, who was no other than Sanza, looking at the speaker through the interstices of his deep bamboo hat, and recognizing his enemy Banzayémon, gave a start of surprise, and, uncovering his head, said sternly--

Then the water starts to ripple, from innumerable centers of disturbances and I can’t help but stare at the strange phenomenon happening in front of me. I look up at Samuel, to see if he is seeing this too and if he finds this as amazing as I do. I find him holding a silver knife in his hand, its blade glinting in the moonlight. “Now I will cut my palm and let a few drops of my blood into this bowl of water and you’ll do the same,” Samuel explains, and I nod. I watch as he slices a long and deep cut on his palm, from the base of his finger to the start of his wrist and I watch in fascination as he hovers his bleeding palm over the bowl. I watch as his blood trickles and falls into the water

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

It’s not part of the ceremony, but I couldn’t help myself. “I do,” she says, a mischievous look flashing in her eyes. I turn, taking the cup and handing it to her, holding my hand over the cup and slicing my palm, letting it drain into the cup. “Then drink of my blood and take your place in this pack,” I say, squeezing my hand while Samson forces the wound to stay open so I can drip blood into the cup. When the blood stops, she brings the cup to her lips and holds my gaze while she drinks. I know the moment that the pack link connects to her as the entire pack seems to sigh in relief at finally having their Luna.

Samson screamed, going forth to meet his attacker. A loud boom erupted. Samson stumbled backwards from the immense force. He had not expected to be hit with such a massive attack. Samson coughed up a mouthful of blood. The sight of their master coughing blood led all his men to stare at him in disbelief. The Agile beside Samson had a look of fear on him as well.