Invincible Black Samson Novels & Stories

one of the guards said to Locke who nodded. "Good. Did you get the news of the council's betrayal to the rest of the warriors and the workers?" he asked. "Yes sir. Samson was already on it but we sent more to get the word out quicker. They should all know soon. We are ready to fight. This injustice can no longer stand." the guard replied. I looked in confusion to Sammy. "Samson is Cash's boyfriend. They were together when Locke found us. Samson is a huge supporter of the uprising. He has the workers well organized." she explained.

He’d been leading this pack long before I was born, and he still carried himself like a man who could take down a rogue wolf without breaking a sweat. Samson, on the other hand, looked pissed. His dark eyes were locked on me the second he arrived, his arms crossed over his broad chest like he was already bracing for a fight. He was bigger than me by a couple of inches, and unlike me, he never tried to keep his temper in check. “You better have a damn good reason for dragging us out here,” Samson said first, his tone sharp. I wanted to wave at the wreckage and ask him to use his fuckin’ eyes.

Dominic said, his silver eyes swirling between silver and black. "Ah, tough guy, huh. Well, Shall we?." "Samuel, If you want to fight him, that's fine. But no magic nor shifting." "Fine," Samuel told me and kissed my cheek. "No worries, my dear. We will be back in your room in no time." I swallowed the bile that rose in my throat, Samuel pulled me along with him to the backyard. Dominic and Samuel circled each other; Dominic knew that Bane was not as strong as he was. However, he got that black eye from someone.

Zoe had told me that Ethan hadn’t even bothered going to see the dummy body I’d left behind, so surely he wouldn’t suspect a thing. “And who’s this?” Zoe cooed, leaning into the back seat to greet my son. “My name is Samuel Black,” he said, holding out a hand for her to shake. “But most people call me Sammy.” “Oh. My. God!” Zoe cried. “You are just too cute.” He blushed and ducked his dead. “Thank you. Mummy’s told me a lot about you.” She laughed. “Only bad things, I hope.” “Oh, no! All good things.”

Springing to my feet, pain tearing through every ounce of my flesh I listened again. "Dear Goddess, he's gonna kill him," someone cried. I waited until the last second before swooping my stick and throwing it forward with all the force I could muster from my broken body. It cracked against something hard. Samson grunted. A heavy thud echoed through the silent hall. I opened my eyes, forcing my vision into focus. Samson was on his knees, blood gushing from a large gash across the top of his skull, running down his face in a thick, scarlet torrent.

There's no way this is true. Absolutely no way. Samien was mine. Mine alone.

Ara tapped on her own phone and then handed it to Sam. “What?” Barely a whisper came out of Samantha’s mouth as her eyes saw what was on the screen. “BLACK WIDOW RETURNS!!!” The notorious and scandalous Samantha Kingsley-Cameron has struck once again. The much-anticipated return of the Black Widow was seen spinning her web mercilessly with shopping mall king, Damian McLaren.

“But without you, we can’t find her. Without you, we can’t finish her off.” Rexius stood from his throne, staring down at Sam. “Samson of the Blacktide Coven, are you prepared to help us in our cause? Are you prepared to help us find the shield, to help us kill Jesus, and to help us kill your sister?” Sam stood there, feeling his body shaking, rising with thoughts of violence and destruction. He tried to think clearly, but all he could see in front of him were flames, rising higher and higher. It was a vision he could not shake, as much as he wanted to.