Romans & histoires Fallen Samurai

The fallen angel asked innocently. "Oh, not at all. I just saw you make 3 men fall dead to the ground without even touching them, had butterflies appear out of nowhere to attack me on demand, and then proceed to disappear into thin air twice. So excuse me if I've accepted my fate a little too fast for your liking and want you to just kill me already." Despite trying to sound calm, I could tell my voice came out shaky when he shot me an arrogant smile. I wish I had his disappearing abilities because I would've been long gone by now but unfortunately, not all of us are born special.

I said, my voice cold and steady. “This ends now.” With one final, swift motion, I pulled the trigger. Samara fell to the ground, the blood spilling from her neck in a grotesque, final moment. She was gone. And with her, the nightmare that had haunted me for so long was over.

Samantha recoiled, her Void-Iron sword clattering to the floor. "This isn't over!" Samantha screamed, her form beginning to blur into mist as the manor’s ceiling finally began to cave in. "The Altar is a grave, Audrey! I'll see you in the Neutral Zone!" Samantha vanished just as a massive oak beam crashed down where she had been standing. Audrey turned to the hearth. Terren was pinned beneath the rubble. The violet light had left his eyes, leaving him small and broken. He looked up at her, a moment of clarity returning to his gaze.

Glass shattered, banners tore from their rafters, and the marble cracked under the force. When the brilliance faded, silence fell. The hall lay in ruins. And Samantha was gone. Not dead. Not broken. Simply… vanished.

Falling to his knees after his victory over Felicia, Sam's symbol began to fade away. " Samuel " Benjermin shouted now free from his bindings. " I did it. I stopped her. " Sam said as his grandfather help him stand up. " Sammy." Onika called out as she and the other voodooist arrived in the mansion. The young priestess wrapped her arms around Sam, tightly engulfing him in her grip. " You huys are back to normal ? " Sam asked.

Jaz POV The Moon Valley Pack is located a few miles from the Pacific Ocean and between two large mountains that separate us from the rest of the world. When you sit on the cliff that is not too far from the pack. You can see the Ocean and then you can look up and see the moon. I came across the cliff when I was 17 while on my nightly run at 11. Ever since Alpha Jax, Bata James, and Sam found me they brought me back to the pack. They gave me 2 weeks to heal and pass every test that the doctors gave to me. Then they began training me to be the best of the best. Fist they wanted to learn everything about me. From where I came from, what happened to me and of course I could tell them anything be

“sam stated that when he was rejected he was lost basically. Which is understandable. he left your pack and wandered but was captured by the rogues who claim they recruited him to work for them. When they attacked us he immediately surrendered and told us everything.“ mark said. Sam's dad nodded. “We took him to the hospital and while being here he has met his second chance mate.” Mark said. Sam’s parent’s eyes lit up with understanding. “That’s so good to hear. I am so glad that he gets a second chance. He deserves it. And I’m glad he did the right thing when he came with the rogues. He was raised the right way. He was trained to be a warrior.” Ted said, his wife nodding beside him.

Melissa looked at Joe's doting gaze and hesitantly nodded. The surgery began. Without consulting anyone, Joe began meticulously instructing Melissa on where to make incisions. Everyone had clear divisions of labor and worked in perfect coordination. Only I was like an outsider, completely excluded from the surgery, given trivial tasks like changing water, wiping sweat, and passing instruments. While I let them order me around, I quietly waited for the good show about to unfold. Just then, Melissa cried out, and the scalpel fell to the ground. The mayor on the operating table had long since missed the optimal rescue window. Excessive bleeding throughout his body had caused severe complication

Within seconds, dozens of soldiers slumped to the ground, lifeless. Sam dropped to his knees and sank his fangs into each one’s heart, drinking and drinking. He knelt there, on all fours, hunched over like a beast, gorging himself with blood, still trying to fulfill his rage, which was limitless. Sam finished, but was still not satisfied. He felt as if he needed to battle entire armies, to kill masses of humanity at once. He needed to gorge for weeks. And even then, it wouldn’t be enough. “SAMSON!” shrieked a strange female voice.

ish, until I missed my footsteps, and crashed into some curly hair dude When I crashed and fell, he turned around, and tried to get me up, but I slapped his hand away, and got up myself, and when I did, I examined him from head to toe. The scarf on his neck wrote Charlie on it, and he was exactly like a big nerd, or should I say the biggest nerd I had ever seen, cause he had black curly hair, it was only the glasses that was missing to complete his nerdiness, if that was even a word, but he still had the nerd vibes, and was one.