Romans & histoires Demonic Samurai

We put on our goggles, head-pieces and gloves and made our way towards the counter where Charles provided us with our guns. "Which model is this?" Trevor asked as he ran his fingers over the metallic body of pistol. "Automag Four, .45 Winchester Magnum Cartridge." I responded. Trevor nodded in approval, "I personally prefer 5 but this will do nicely too." I grinned. "You know, I kept the bullet from the first time you taught me how to shoot."

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--

When they heard the commotion, they opened their eyes. However, their eyes remained unfocused. There was no fear, no shock, and no desire to ask for help. They turned their heads mechanically and looked at us. With creepy smiles on their faces, they said, “Welcome home, master.”

They are absorbed with the pleasure that blood gives to them when, suddenly, they hear someone clearing it's throat. They scatter immediately with a defensive stance and look up to the source. There, Samantha's demonic aura greets them with an unpleasant smile spread on her lips. "Oh, what a feast. How does it feel to feed on the blood of the pigs?", Samantha asked. "Can I have the honor to taste it?"

All the doubts that he could be Lestat disappeared from many creatures' minds who had never seen him and had just learned that he looked like Theodore's younger brother when that wizard and vampire appeared near a girl whom Brandon recognized as Delilah, who used to work with Colton. "Are you okay, Firecracker?" He asked with concern. "Yeah! Just a single bullet." She muttered meekly. Once the game of vampires, Dracula, and robots were over, it was the shadow demon who attacked this time, but Samuel alone handled them after all; he was one of the Princes of Hell, while these demons were below his rank. Samuel was a fire demon, and one of the weaknesses of the shadow demons was light, so he w

The devil. His eyes were completely black, filled with power, malevolence, and death—nothing like the green eyes I knew as Sam. A demon with dark red tattoos leaped onto his back, and Sam let out an earth-shattering roar. He effortlessly grabbed the demon with a single hand and snapped its neck with his two fingers. Like a toothpick. "He's fighting his own demons. He's slaughtering his own demons." Elle whispered with a horrified tone. Her grip on my hand had become so tight that it numbed my fingers, but I held on, unable to tear my gaze away from the battlefield.

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 might be but that wasn’t a reason to spend it without honor. I slowly touched my wrist with a plain old dagger. No need for ceremonial knives here. My blood, black in the light of the moon, dripped onto the ground, and the candles set in the corners of the hexagram lit up in unison. And then I summoned them. Not with my words, or spells, or my voice, but with my demonic blood.

Toshiro changed gradually and he became an awakened demon with a surging power and a hunger for flesh. "Are you serious? An awakened demon?" A warrior spoke with confusion. "This is the fate of warriors who have a lust forpower. They become demons or awakened demons which are originally warriors." Another warrior responded. The other warriors gulp as they witnessed the power of an awakened demon. "Now Rioka, let's continue." Toshiro with an emotionless face and a full changed body spoke. "You look ugly, and more weak." Rioka responded while staring at Toshiro in a tiger like body but with a spike in his back and long tail capped with a sting like edge. Toshiro is huge compared to an average