Evil Samurai Novels & Stories

He was the one who insisted on a Battle Royale! “Idiot.” I muttered under my breath as even more of Samantha’s aura seeped out. Her eyes were a solid silver that seemed to glow under the moon. Ben’s eyes were also a bright gold color as he didn’t even seem to get into a defensive stance. “Lesson one.” Samantha smiled before she disappeared! Where did she??? GODDESS!!! SHE WAS DIRECTLY BEHIND FRANCIS!!! “Know your enemy.” She grinned before she grabbed Francis in a sleeper hold. As the luna went limp and hit the ground Samantha grinned again. “Lesson two, always watch your back.”

‘Please someone guide me before I lose my track of virtue’ "FUCK!!" I shouted, slamming my hand on the desk. Feeling like my exasperation is on its peak and I can't think properly as the emotion which is affecting my mind the most is loathe. “Sir-” This emotion is like a blindfold which is turning me oblivious of my other emotions and not letting me think straight. “Leave!” I continued to comfort myself but, to no avail as a sudden lull took over me because of having a tiresome- mournful day.

Then, as he reached the final vampire, he grabbed the huge silver battle axe from her hand, swung it back, and flew right for Sergei. Sergei’s eyes opened wide. Before he could react, Sam flew at full speed, right at Sergei, and swung the axe down hard. It was a clean shot. Within a fraction of a second, Sam had decapitated Sergei, his head rolling off his body, and his body collapsing to the floor.

The Moral Anchor of the Fight As the "Sovereign" leader—a gaunt, "Possessive" man named Valerius—descended in a smaller transport, he was met not by an army, but by the "Human Error." Ethan stood in the middle of the steaming meadow, his "Muscular" frame braced, holding nothing but a manual sledgehammer.

SAMIEN'S POV I stood still watching my world crash before my very eyes. Everything I had worked so hard to achieve in the last three months had come crashing on me. Hot tears burned my cheeks, the words of the council's head replaying in me. This was the end for me. Not just the end. This was shame! Pain! Humiliation. “Long time no see, Samien!” Vesperus said sarcastically, disrupting my thoughts. I raised my head to her, my hands tightened into fists.

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

The paper blackened at the edges, revealing words only when kissed by flame: “Isabelle, if you’ve found this, the city is not what you believe. We bound the fire once, with our blood. But now the seal weakens. If you do not rekindle the flame with knowledge and will, it will burn uncontrolled. Duskmoor is a tomb built atop embers. The Vale boy knows more than he says. But he is not your enemy. He was bound to you, long before you were born. —E. Montrose”

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.