Evil Samurai Novels & Stories

Keigan, the silent warrior with a gaze that could pierce the very soul, fought with an intense focus that left no room for error. They fought tooth and nail, their determination etched in every sinew and every drop of sweat that glistened upon their brows. Their bodies moved in harmony, an intricate dance of survival against Samantha's formidable forces. Every gunshot, every blow struck a chord within my heart, willing me forward to aid them in whatever way I could.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

I saw my Aisha lying on ground totally nude in front of five men’s while one of them was busy kicking her fragile body I lost it, Yes! I lost my sanity and without thinking for a second more I pulled sharp edged Tulwar which was initially put on my walls as a decorative art craft, holding tulwar in my right hand I marched toward all them and with one swift swing I slashed his head of men who was kicking my Aisha allowing his blood to paint my floor I turned my gaze toward rest of four who wet their pants seeing me standing in front of them when ‘Chopped their filthy hands off’ My devil growled inside my mind and I followed him, without letting them a second to react I slashed another man in

“Saga says our souls are accompanied by evil spirits.” Dad turned to Mom and Gran, and then laughed ironically. “Not accompanied, Bara, but become one unit,” Mom whispered suddenly. “Our souls are only half and the other half belongs to the devil. Our souls are dying when compared to pure, whole human souls.” A frightening thought flashed through my mind. My lips trembled. “But, the souls of evil humans—”

I wasn’t sure what Elias was going to say and a very small part of me worried that Reagan might snap his neck if she didn’t like what he said to her, but she’d held up her hand and Samson slammed our mouth shut. ‘Trust our mate. She says she trusts Elias. Trust her that she means it,’ he said. Elias’ honesty doesn’t surprise me but hearing a second person say how quickly Samson went feral makes both of us angry. We were being undermined and poisoned, and I’m already confident that I know who it was.

As for Samara, who was so young and inexperienced in the world of cultivators, she would definitely suffer losses later. The two sides had fought fiercely for a few rounds in the blink of an eye. When Ethan noticed that Samara's move was becoming increasingly fierce, he realized that time was running out, so he purposefully revealed a flaw. "Go to hell!" Samara was eager to apprehend the assassin so she could return to the princess as soon as possible. Of course, she would not pass up such an opportunity. She yelled before stabbing the assassin with her longsword.

"When you kill them?" Samira rolled her eyes at him as she repeated his words. "You seems to forget that we are the ones winning here, you are outnumbered and weak and stupid and senseless and a fool and useless and—" Nevera interrupted her harshly. "That's enough! I get what you are trying to say so don't drag it and use the opportunity to insult me, also if you were listening from the beginning you would have heard when I said I always have a backup plan." Nevera nearly exploded in anger when he spoke to Samira. He took a deep breath to calm down his anger, if he was angry he wouldn't think straight and just in case he ended up having the upper hand, he would use the ones he kept alive for

Sam emerging from behind, her strength, her fierceness, filling every inch of my being. In the chaos of battle, I saw Sam, her eyes swirling gold and black, her wolf nature unleashed. She fought with a wild grace, taking down two rogues at once, her claws flashing. Lillian was by her side, moving the wounded out of the way while fighting off attackers with ferocity that left me in awe.

Samuel was trapped between worlds, between alliances and enmities, each choice fraught with peril. Fenris, sensing his advantage slipping, lunged again, fury overcoming caution. Samuel met him with equal force, every movement precise and lethal, yet restrained—he didn’t intend to kill Fenris. Not yet. He needed clarity, needed time to decide which path would keep him alive and protect those he could not abandon. The duel was brief, brutal, and silent, the only sounds the scrape of metal against flesh and the heavy breathing of two men who knew the stakes of failure. Samuel disarmed Fenris, snapping the dagger from his hand with a flick of his wrist, and shoved him to the ground. The general’

The vampires, however, merely whispered that they belonged to Lucifer, their demon king, playing a game of temptation and refusal. Lucifer himself looked like he could conquer the galaxy—except for Sam. He hadn’t dared to challenge Sam, and neither had any of the other sane-minded demons. Only the foolish or drunk would take such a risk. Sam stood motionless, waiting for his eight enemies to make their move. They did, eventually. With a smirk, he cut them down easily. The fight was over before I had time to stand up. His skin was only stained with two specks of blood, his body clean and undefeated once again.