Fallen Samurai Novels & Stories

Sam stood in the Roman Colosseum. He was dressed in full battle gear, armed from head to toe, wearing a helmet. He looked out through it to see another warrior facing him, also dressed in full armor. He charged, and the two of them sparred furiously. The warrior facing him was bigger and stronger, but Sam parried with him blow for blow. Sam was getting more and more tired with each strike, and finally, his arms were too heavy to lift. He sunk to his knees, as the warrior raised his sword high, ready to plunge it into Sam’s chest.

He has his arm wrapped around Sam’s neck and a silver knife held to his throat. A growl leaves Nico’s chest as he rips the knife across Sam’s throat. Sam’s blood sprays from his neck, coating the ground in front of him. His eyes are plastered open wide as Nico lets go of his body. Sam falls to his knees before landing face-first in a puddle of his own blood. “My son has returned,” Nico laughs as roves of warriors come out of the shadows. Nico spreads his arms open wide and walks toward me. “And you have brought me an army.”

It didn’t matter in the face of death. My head jerked to the right, founding the blade glistening. Looking at him, my hand reached for the blade. One second, two seconds, three seconds… “When you wake up in the other world, you’ll be thanking me, Winter.” And I struck the blade to his face, eliciting a roar from him. Bang~ The door to my doom opened, and so many people dragged me like I was nothing. Their eyes scrutinized me as if I was a skilled killer. A scream echoed throughout the path. Gone was the respect in their eyes. What I am now is just a fallen Luna.

"I'm no longer a cop Ituen, you just calm down." Then Sami stood up, he stood back up and prepared another gazoba for him to blow up the enemy base. "That's why I'm going to destroy this place anyway because I don't need to have morals right now!" Bomb! The side of the base exploded, and they Ituen and Sami were attacked. "Are you crazy?" "This world has gone so crazy that even wolves can become humans!" Sami who returned to hide in the trees, then continued to replenish the ammunition she had to stay afloat, fortunately no enemy bullets penetrated Ituen's body and also Sami.

Whilst i’ll tell them avout our departure. Kasumi gave nod and then leaving with the others and i’m going toward the prince to tell him about our departure. His expression is priceless when he saw me changed myself. I then flapped my wing and go after the others. On the dream we had before, the people from outside world that is us, are called Fallen by the people of this world. Because We are truth to our own desire untill we fall to depravity. I’ll made my dream became true on this fucked reincarnation setting. After i’m do e with the main mission. Destroying ‘that’ person.

My body crashed with the hard wall, and missed the pointy end of the arrow that was kept as a show piece. “Using weapons against your enemy who is fighting you bare hand doesn’t suit your ethics, my lady,” Aisel’s voice came from the other side and I tried to move my arm, but I was glued to the wall. “You talk about fighting morals? Check his hand.” I said and Aisel looked at the brass knuckle on Sam’s hands, who was withering in pain on the floor. He shook his head in disappointment, “My sincere apologies then, my eye-sight has gone weak with age,” he smiled and his voice sounded truthful to his statement.

Fallen is a race of celestial beings who were sent down to earth either as punishment or as a request made by them, they lose their wings in the process. Aryiks are a race of beings who are half werewolf half angels, they are granted angel lifespans and werewolf powers, including a wolf. They also allowed the fallen angels' powers to be passed unto them, however, can only be accessed until their 20th year. Most of the Aryiks born have their werewolf side more prominent than their angel side, therefore, losing their powers. My hair was originally the same as you're, but I cut mine, killing its magic and changing it to black.

There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence. The man in front of him stood around two inches taller, his hair also dark brown though it was cut shorter on the back and sides but slightly longer on the top. He looked at his brother his ocean blue eyes, bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Another door opened and a woman entered, she had raven black hair braided into a fishtale plait and her blueish-green eyes filled with saddness though she had a look of determination on her face. She was short and skinny, but she had some muscle definition in her arms. "It is done." She stated loud enough for both men to hear. "She is gone." A tear slipped down her cheek as the taller of

“Gamma Sam and I are friends. He used to be in the warrior army with me until about five years ago. In fact, he was quite high up.” “Used to? What do you mean, used to?” A warrior doesn’t leave the army unless they’re badly injured, they reach discharge age, or they get promoted to pack leadership, but Sam had only received a rank recently. “He got an, um, early retirement.” Wei looked uncomfortable, and Dane knew he was hiding something. “For what?” he pressed, his tone leaving Wei little option but to talk. “There was, err, an… incident,” said Wei, his eyes darting nervously around the room as he seemed to seek out an exit route. “I’m sorry, I’ve already said too much.”

He has jet black hair, a devilishly handsome face and the bluest eyes I have ever seen in my life. The second was Alvaro. He looked charming and was definitely a ladies’ man by the way he greeted me. He was just as handsome as Leonardo but had a more relaxed and fun expression compared to the scowl on Leo’s face. The youngest was Armando. He differed from the rest, as his brothers wore tuxedos he simply wore dark blue jeans, a plain white shirt and a white jacket. “Bella,” Damien whispered beside me, “Stop staring at them, it’s creepy.”