Fallen Samurai Novels & Stories

He took a few steps backwards, and stood beside Yagyuu Genpachiro. Yagyuu Genpachiro took out a short sword and yelled at Qin Haodong, "Who are you to assault him, a Japanese samurai?" Qin Haodong glanced at him coldly and said, "Shame on you to call yourself 'samurai'. What kind of warrior are you to hurt an ordinary man like that? Is that the so-called 'samurai spirit'?"

’ Blakes colour from his face had drained, he looked like he was going to be sick Dee noticed and thought it must be because he is really worried about her and the babies. ‘Hello Mr. Samuels, I am Doctor Davies, I was just explaining to your wife that I do not have the best of news for her’ the Doctor responded, he continued ‘Sadly there is a lot of clotting happening in your uterus, that describes the pain. One of your twins, the smaller one, I am sorry to say his heart has stopped, we are not going to be able to revive your baby. The other twins heart rate is dropping dramatically, we do not think he will survive and we are going to have to induce you into early labor and get the babies ou

The boy relaxed visibly as he said, "Sorry for disturbing you. We are new around here, so it's a little confusing." The girl chuckled as she joked, "I can guess that. Haven't seen such attractive people in a long time". Jamie's eyes widened with a light blush as he looked down at his feet before walking in his hyung's direction. Sofia approached her with a few sets of her own supplies, chuckling at the scene she just witnessed. "Darn!! That was some cute reaction", she giggled. "Yah! Concentrate on Tim. You are not allowed to look at any other guy", Scarlet quipped before agreeing, "Indeed. He looked like a Mochi".

"I told you, you don't stand a chance." Sam's lips curled up. "On the contrary, I find this incredibly interesting. You know, the tougher the climb, the more I thrive. One failed attempt doesn't mean I'll fail every time. One of these days, I'll stand on top, looking down." Hansel sneered. "If you don't kill yourself midway first." Sam chuckled. "No problem there. Even if I die halfway, at least it'll be a spectacular fall. But you know what's truly pathetic?"

Dressed in a perfectly cut black suit that made him look like he belonged on the cover of a magazine rather than in a corporate gala. Five years ago he had been attractive. Now? Now he was dangerous. His hair was darker than she remembered, slightly longer, and the calm confidence in the way he walked made people instinctively step aside for him. Conversations slowed. Executives turned. And within seconds, several women near the entrance were already staring. Elena muttered under her breath. “You have got to be kidding me.” Matteo looked amused. “That’s Damon Vale, right?” “Yes.” “The Vale family Damon?”

Turned to ash in mid-run. Corven stumbled to her side, still engaging. Two more masked ones snuck up behind him. Anya turned, flames lashing like a whip—and one dissipated. But the other stabbed. Through Corven's side straight. "No!" Anya arrived just as he fell to one knee, near unconscious. "I am fine," he ground out, lying. "Keep moving. Do not—stop—" She stood over him as flames surged up. The other fighters moved around him, closing in.

The tray nearly slipped from Samantha’s hands, though she caught it just in time. Without giving Rina the chance to recover, she fell to her knees with a thud that echoed in the chamber. “Please!” she cried, her voice already cracking with tears. “Please, forgive me!” Rina blinked rapidly, her instinctive response rising to dismiss this unwelcome intruder. But before she could speak, Samantha crawled forward, clutching at the hem of her gown with shaking hands. Her sobs filled the room, loud and desperate, echoing against the walls.

The city was burning. I could see the distant glow of flames from Antonio’s balcony, the smoke curling into the night sky like the ghosts of the fallen. And there were so many fallen. Luca stood beside me, unmoving, his face carved from stone. I had never seen him like this before. Not even when I had broken his trust. Not even when everything between us had come crumbling down. This was different. This was war. Cassie sat on the couch behind us, her leg bouncing anxiously. Ethan was on the phone, barking orders at someone, his usual sharp demeanor stretched thin.

I rushed over and saw the bloody figure on the stretcher. It was Tom. He was lucky enough to survive. Because of the height, the fall had some cushioning during the collapse, and several concrete slabs had formed a pocket around him. However, both his legs had been crushed beyond recognition. They looked like two broken branches buried in mud. Barbara was carried out as well. She was still wearing that bright red dress, though now it was stained black with dust. Her spine had twisted into a horrifying angle, and bloody foam spilled from her mouth.

Not giving him a chance to get to his feet and fight me back I fall forward, on top of him knees first driving them into his chest affectively knocking the air from his lungs. Punch after punch I connect with his sternum and face until the blood covering my knuckles isn’t only mine but a sickening mixture of both mine and his. “He’s done” Samantha says while wrapping her arms tightly around my midsection “Yes gone, Boss he’s done” she says again falling backwards onto her ass taking me with her. I look on at the man of thought to be loyal and for the first time in a long time feel completely defeated.