Fallen Samurai Novels & Stories

Dressed in black with yellow lights escaping from its eyes, it pulled out its sword from the sheath before Rogue could react and went through her. Rogue fell down to the ground but no blood escaped her body as the spirit came out with a wailing smoke before it sliced it to absolute nothing. Sam stood up and faced the spirit before he stretched his hands open towards the spirit. “Kono noroi de min’na o sukutte kudasai… Omisan.” Samuel requested as he bowed his head to the spirit before he raised his head. (Please save everyone with this curse.) “Anata o fukumete, haiburiddo-san?” The spirit asked and Samuel nodded. (Even you, hybrid?)

(Prince Kaneda Crystal) “.…oh, that…well, it just happened to be…I know some of the Samurai before…it was surprising that to see that code were still preserved to this day…” At that point I was just add lipped whatever I can, I just considered that he was a samurai from how he dressed ant the sword, I didn’t know that it was actually an ancient family secret terms. Not to be awkward I just ended with a praised, making me looked like a mysterious old man.

And now that Yuri could take a closer look at him, she saw that this Sam guy was handsome in a way, with that silver hoop-like earring in his left ear, and the long length of his hair – which almost reached his shoulders, with his hair dyed a golden-brown. “You’ve acted a little out of line,” said Sam, almost growling. “You know very well that you are not supposed to go after any of the Phantoms unless it is an order! Kami is not pleased with you. Either you come back with me peacefully, or I’ll kill you myself right here.” “What is this? Fighting amongst friends?” said a voice, and Yuri turned only to see Selina walking from around a corner and standing beside her, Vigrid out and in its ful

Samual asked turning his head to the side, even though Alban wanted to attack in that moment, I think he knew engaging in such a fight with that knife so close to me wouldn’t be safe. “And if I were to simply let go of your mate, this happens.” Samual said with a chuckle but does release his arm from my neck but now I didn’t have anything holding me up, I wobbled and began to fall downwards towards the ground, but arms wrapping around my body again prevent me from hitting the floor as my whole body went forward, this still terrifying me to the core. Another growl seems to leave Alban lips as I’m pulled to stand right in front of Samual, my head having to fall back and rest on his shoulder, I

"I don't have an angle, Sam. I shouldn't have to remind you, but I haven't been back here since my father died seven years ago." Her eyes get large, and she sees a slight red tint in my eyes. The tears I want to release but don't. I don't want to release them in the company of friends, lovers, and ghosts. "I'm sorry, Robbie. I shouldn't have picked this place. I only picked Falcon Falls because Mark hasn't seen a real waterfall before, and this is the one closest to town. I should have put two and two together. Can you and I talk later," Sam whispers so Missy won't hear?

Minister Coltain brings us front and center of the rebel group, directly across the prairie from Alexander. “You will surrender the crown,” Minister Coltain calls across the gap. “Never!” Alexander calls back. His voice is a comfort I hadn’t realized I spent so many days taking for granted. Then Minister Coltain pushes me off the horse. I let out a high-pitched, guttural cry as my good shoulder takes the brunt of the fall. I’m sure it’s better to have fallen on my less injured side than the casted one, but the only thing I can think about in this moment is the searing pain winding around my shoulder, radiating down to my fingertips and up to my temple.

She reached over the sheets, still warm on his side, and sighed. The Fall Festival had felt like something out of a dream. Cornstalks. Candied apples. Spontaneous dancing under string lights. And that kiss—God, that kiss. It had started out staged. But somewhere between the hand on her lower back and the way he said her name like it was a promise, it became real. Real enough that when the camera crew cheered and their photo was posted on the retreat’s social media with the caption “True Love Wins!”, Ivy felt a bolt of panic she couldn’t explain.

The next morning, I drove to the manor in West End. That manor belonged to me. I'd rather tear it down than allow those bastards to set foot in it. Once I arrived, I entered the password and opened the door. Samuel was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette. He was startled when he saw me. "H-Harvey? What are you doing here?" He reflexively cowered but soon sat back upright. His gaze turned sharp.

She was now in her own world, a world where spring existed forever, where she was surrounded by cherry blossoms and the pale petals rained down on her. Then it happened. In the distance, in her mind’s eye, she conjured up seven samurais. They were standing right there before her, dressed in the Japanese traditional clothing, and at their sides, they held katanas, ready to fight for their loved ones. As she walked closer to them, she noticed two very distinct samurais. Both were very handsome, tall, and muscularly built. One had blond hair and blue eyes, the other sinful black hair and mauve-gray eyes. They were both staring at her, their eyes intent on her. Sakura felt her heart jolt within

Caitlin could see the look of anxiety in Sam’s eyes: it was clear he did not want to fight her. But they were pitted against each other, and as the crowd screamed out, they had no choice but to gallop towards one another. At the last second, Sam raised his lance just enough to miss her, allowing her to strike him square in the chest. Caitlin watched as, for the first time that day, Sam fell from his horse, hitting the ground hard. She then noticed the confused and surprised expression on Polly’s face. Clearly, Sam had taken a fall for her.