Fallen Samurai Novels & Stories

It dragged me down a little and I walked with a slight limp, but because it was a quick fix, I would not pass out as I had earlier in the day. I quickly grabbed my purse as Sam continued watching me and then looked at the warrior. He was still suspicious but as I approached him, he smiled and followed me out of the room. “Why are you limping?” he asks me. “Just sore from the car ride,” I answer him. He seemed satisfied with that answer. He left the door open when we left. “Does he have any family?” I ask Sam as we walk back to Jack and the doctor. “No, his family died in a rogue attack a few years ago. He has not met his mate yet,” he shares with me.

So if they were going to do this, it had to be done now. “That means we must go now,” Arthur nodded his head. “Yes. Since Sir Rash Tiger has also been summoned, that means he isn’t with Joe any longer. We should find him” Samoa said and jumped off the balcony. Arthur smirked and jumped off as well. Both men landed with a thud, and no injuries. The only difference between them was how they landed. Whereas Samoa landed with roll to prevent any injuries, Arthur landed on both feet pretty easily. That alone was enough to draw a clear line between their abilities.

Jessa’s heart ached with every motion, her hands trembling with the intensity of her grief. It was heartbreaking—seeing Jessa so consumed by this profound sorrow. Her face, usually full of light and laughter, was now a mask of anguish and desperation. The young mermaid, who had once been so full of life, was now completely undone by the loss of her closest friend. Her body language spoke of an endless ache, a sense of emptiness that no words could ever fully capture. And yet, even in her brokenness, there was something undeniably strong in her.

But amidst the chaos and clamor of battle, a sudden cry pierced the air, halting Samantha in her tracks. Turning in horror, she saw a familiar figure fall to the ground, clutching a grievous wound. It was one of their own, a trusted packmate who had fought bravely by their side. In that moment, Samantha's heart seized with fear, realizing that their enemy's might was greater than they had ever imagined.

Daniel and Dario try shooting at him but it's not fucking useful and right now I'm too focused on trying to not die than to tell them. These Samurai range from ones that wear tameshi gusoku and ones that wear a kimono and the one I'm fighting is in armor. Swords clash furiously and I almost lose my grip until I realize that there's always an opening in the armor if it wasn't so dark I could find it

Marsai’s POV I fell to my knees as Sam was shot down with her venom. He fell down flat and was groaning in pain as the venom had some painful impact on him. I cried as I ran to him and dragged him from the scene where they were fighting against Marisa.

That’s what made them vulnerable. In short, Romanos were passionate, as far as passion went. And it was the same passion that brought the downfall of Sammy. Two days of relentless torture, chasing ghosts and leads, and making the city bleed worked as we finally found Sammy. But I did not know if it was good news or bad news.

Jeremy needs to lay down as soon as possible. Turning, Roy fished the pockets of his slacks to find his iPhone but a tug to his sleeve diverted his attention. Roy turned back to freeze―as something soft petal like texture brushed against his lips. Roy's throat parched and his eyes rounded to see Jeremy's lips lose contact with his. Jeremy also lost his consciousness, falling against Roy's chest―the very next second.

However, they had barely made a few steps when the ones to the rear dropped to the floor and lay still. When the others took another look, they realized that their fallen comrades had cosmetic items sticking out the back of their heads! The samurai were truly at a loss now, as they were dead whether they advanced or withdrew, as the corpses kept them pincered and confused. Some of them even felt their knees buckling, and they dropped to the floor with a thud. Before long, a good number of those warriors were on their knees despite their famed indomitable spirit.

Sam answered as if that was the most obvious thing to say. "Your... Your back?" I repeated. "Where do you think the funeral is?" He raised one eyebrow and wrapped an arm around my waist. He pulled me backwards with him, towards the window. I glanced at the window uncertainly. "The kingdom of Greed?" I asked with doubt. I was not into- "Correct. You better hold on tight, spider monkey." Sam joked loudly as he jumped backwards through the glass. It shattered upon impact and was no match for Sam who was still laughing in my ear like a mad man.