Evil Samurai Novels & Stories

In Melo direction he could see a pool of blood was already forming. Sam went back into the task on hand as his combatant evaded another blow and launched himself into the air. The warrior flipped himself over his head and landed with human-like grace behind him. Anticipating his next move, Sam raised his whip as it land and wrapped against the warrior sword with a loud clang. He pushed upward with his arms and legs, knocking him off balance. He kicked out backward with his leg and his booted foot slammed into the warrior stomach, sending him backwards into the waiting arms of Melo. Sam placed his hands on either side of the warrior head and gave a sharp twist, snapping his neck. The carcass

“Who’s stronger?” Saeris asked. “Between Kaan and Samkiel.” “Kaan,” Vaelen said without pause. “But it’s not so simple.” He angled his body slightly toward her and she inhaled his scent. “If their units fought, Samkiel’s men would last longer. Kaan would fall in numbers. But once it comes down to the final two… in strength alone…” “Samkiel would lose,” she said, finishing it for him. “Exactly.” Vaelen’s tone dipped, like smoke in her ear. “But it would be a different case with the former Samkiel. He was very wild … would burn the whole forest just to kill deer that had forsaken him. He didn't care who died—as long as he won. Women. Children. Collateral doesn’t weigh on his scale. He w

Sam has less life in him now than he had when he lifted Cilia up the other time. "I'm asking you, bastards! Where is the fireball you stole?" He chuckled, observing their mood. "If I ask that question again, I promise that one of your heads would go for an answer!" He spat, and the shock on the faces of Sam and Ben turned into grimaces of shock. He smirked, his eyes glinting as he returned to more inane thoughts. "Gosh! Where is the damn ball of flames? And where is that headless, one eyed guy with the knife?" He flung his arm, sneering, towards his soldiers. Who knows what was running through his mind right now, I'd be tempted to knock it out of him, or chop his head off, if I could.

Sam has less life in him now than he had when he lifted Cilia up the other time. "I'm asking you, bastards! Where is the fireball you stole?" He chuckled, observing their mood. "If I ask that question again, I promise that one of your heads would go for an answer!" He spat, and the shock on the faces of Sam and Ben turned into grimaces of shock. He smirked, his eyes glinting as he returned to more inane thoughts. "Gosh! Where is the damn ball of flames? And where is that headless, one eyed guy with the knife?" He flung his arm, sneering, towards his soldiers. Who knows what was running through his mind right now, I'd be tempted to knock it out of him, or chop his head off, if I could.

Liam said as he looked back to me smirking before chuckling and turning back around. "You guys are trafficking woman! That's a terrible thing to do! You're all sick!" I yelled. "Nobody ever said were good people babygirl, but keep talking to us like that then you just might become one." Jack said as he smiled an crooked sadistic smile. I let out a huff of air deciding to not to push their buttons since I have no knowledge about them other than their first name, and that they were extremely attractive, world class criminals. I'm guided to a stone staircase making me internally sigh because of the amount of steps that were presented. My legs slowly move up each step allowing me to remain my ca

An eerie hush fell over us, the only sounds were my pulse thudding in my ears and the soft crunch of bootsteps. I made my way back over to Samuel. Kaelen lifted the dead man off of him and flipped the villain over so we could see his face. I’d only met him once, but I recognized Damien Garcia, leader of Eclipse. Blood coated his face, chest, and hands. He’d done his fair share of killing before we’d taken him out. “Fucking bastard!” Aya repeatedly kicked Damien’s corpse. I stared down at Samuel, a heavy sense of loss settled in my chest and clenched my heart. Lysander placed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. I leaned into his warmth.

“It is.” Adrian stepped forward. “Who are we talking about?” Ayesha forced herself to say the name. “Samar.” Adrian frowned. “The warlord? I thought he was killed years ago.” “So did I,” Ayesha murmured. But Neera shook her head. “No. He’s been in the shadows, waiting. And now, he’s aligned himself with Reva and Kier Malik.” Ayesha could feel her pulse pounding in her ears. She had faced a lot of threats before, but Samar was different. He was ruthless, cunning, and worst of all—he was personal.

“you had better not flatter yourself nor get ahead of yourself either. You won’t even be able to control yourself much more control any darn thing. And most especially not him, nobody controls Salvatore.” He didn’t like women with opinions. He liked silence. He liked obedience. He liked brainless porcelain. And Sapphire? Sapphire was fire. Sharp. Reckless. The kind of woman who’d slit your throat mid-kiss. She lowered her eyes. Played with the oversized rock on her finger like she needed something to do with her hands. The ring didn’t suit her. None of this did. She looked like a doll in the wrong box. A queen trapped in a cheap glass castle. And I really wish that she knew it.

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I explained. I searched his eyes for a sign of remorse and, when I couldn't find one, I was reminded of who I was mated to. This man was an Alpha Superior. He was the Lycanthrope equivalent of a king. He had conquered nations. I was a naive fool if I thought for one second Barret was the first man he had ever killed and I knew he wouldn't be the last. Adam had a certain darkness in his blue eyes that made me wonder how many people he'd killed, but his smile... oh, his smile made me realize he had probably lost count.