Fallen Samurai Novels & Stories

I wish I don't disappoint Camilla on this holy day she Is,my life and my strength with her weakness,I am weak and nothing speakable about then he started to imaginate if I eventually loose this war what will become of our great kingdom and my fame. I respect my dignity alot and that of my family and no one question me I am a great warrior said Sammi let me quickly take my birth before my darling finally wakes up. she is the only one who can change my mind about this journey,she I my only weak point said the great warrior Sammi. Why am I felling so sad about disobeying her decision's about this journey and I will be ashamed of my self and will be mocked If I miss this war everyone outside and

Jasmine went flying into the basement falling down the stairs from the drawback force. Gabriel could sense she was in trouble and bit through the pain of lifting himself up. It was as if The Almighty himself was giving him strength because the Guild member holding him down looked worried as to how he was able to move him. A blast came from the corridor blasting through the walls as if a bomb exploded. The drawback knocked the Guild off of Gabriel then, causing him to worry for Jasmine.

he said and removed the whole Fallen boxset from the bag. "You got me the whole series?" my heart swelled at the gesture. Nick rubbed the back of his neck which was a habit a learnt he did when he was nervous about something. "Yes, I saw the first book on your shelf but I couldn't see the others so I went out and bought you the entire collection. Do you like it?" he asked. "No, I don't," I replied truthfully and I saw his face fall. "Oh! I'm sorr-" I cut him off.

I loved the thrills that these kinds of things had on me. A car engine was coming in. It was time to leave. I got in the car and ran it into a lake and made my way home laughing at the image of him being shell shocked at my vandalism. I would pay to see that. I got to the porch and hopped on my motorbike to do a quick hit on Alessandro Mikane. A clever man but has no morals in any sort. This job pays me 300k. I would be a fool not to do it. I stood at the roof of the building and pulled the trigger on the gun. I saw a body drop down and screams everywhere.

So nothing could happen to me. Exhausted, I fell against the fountain and was glad that I wasn't alone. "Here," the samurai said, pulling one of his cloths from his face. Unfortunately, another covered his mouth. "Thank you," I mumbled, wiping the tears from my face. White spots remained on the fabric. Damn makeup. "It... it's totally dirty, sorry," I apologized to him, to which he laughed and said, "No problem, keep it." "

purred "what would be better than human flesh and some of what remained of an alpha?" The mockery on his voice was so obvious that it hurt Alice’s bones. "You know..." he stared at fallen Kalias, bleeding "I really expected you to do something to return to your place, but... this? Was that the best you could do? A human?" Einer laughed "you fell, Kalias, became exactly what Damian said you were, weak. A bad leader doomed to failure". "Shouldn’t we kill them both? Finish the job?" one of Einer’s men asked.

The samurai followed him. "I don't like this," said Souma. "This isn't fair." "I know," said Daisuke, "there is nothing that we can do. This is their fight." "Still, I don't like this." The captain stopped. The samurai lifted his sword high in the air. The captain lunged and swiftly slashed his exposed thigh and groin from below with the very tip of his sword. The samurai was silent. Falling to his side, he dropped his sword and clutched his thigh. Blood poured through his fingers in a bright stream over his decorated suneate.

Chapter 5 The fight is against Shade Marcus the Narrsissist Vampire King. Sam stands tall, his chiseled physique a testament to his unwavering dedication to fitness. His bulging biceps and broad shoulders exude raw power, honed from years of military battles. His shoulder-length black hair often falls messily onto his broad shoulders, and his piercing grey/blue eyes seem to bore into those he meets. His tattoos, a striking blend of Mayan tribal and Anunnaki designs, whisper tales of his rebellious past and his defiance against the darkness. As an elder vampire and a skilled fighter, Sam's tech expertise and ancient knowledge make him a formidable force in the world. His raw, masculine appeal

Part of his waist was already wrapped in a long cloth, and he felt much better. "Don't be stubborn, Gerald," Jimmy said, displeased. "Jenna is on her way here." Gerald didn't want to meet Jenna. Really. But if his vision started to blur like this... ***[]*** Sam growled angrily multiple times. He paced around the ward. Some of his men were receiving intensive treatment there. Two were severely injured by samurai strikes to their shoulders. Others mostly had gunshot wounds around their legs. Sam was sure that Gerald wasn't targeting the deaths of his men. He just wanted to cause chaos and free Bella.

Sam takes a deep breath before saying: "The Sacrifice, which is my final sentence, is an ancient rite performed by demons to punish traitors. It is a brutal ceremony that takes months to complete. I will probably be the main attraction at the next one. After my exile, I learned that my entire army; everyone under my banner... They were executed." Shandra is horrified by the revelation. Although Julian had told her something similar, hearing it from Sam's own mouth touched her deeply. She can hardly imagine the suffering Sam has faced and still faces as a result of his actions. Sadness and compassion flood her heart.