Invincible Black Samson Novels & Stories

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.

With one kick, I send his gun skidding across the tiles until it splashes into the swimming pool. "Chase! Chase! What the fuck, man!" Samson screams. "Tell your cousin and his men to drop their weapons, or I pull this fucking wire!" I snarl, using Amir as my shield. His men hesitate. Terror fills their faces. Chaos erupts around us. Samson begins shouting rapidly in their dialect. Amir tries to speak. I tighten the cord. His words die in his throat. Instead, he throws up both hands in surrender. "Drop the fucking guns!" Samson roars at his cousin's men.

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.

Dante’s expression barely changed, unimpressed as ever, his voice coming out flat and dry as he replied, “Careful, I can still throw a punch even like this.” Samson let out another low, amused laugh, clearly entertained rather than threatened. And somehow, despite everything, the sound pulled a small reluctant smile out of Jem too. That seemed to interest Samson even more. “So it’s true,” Samson said lightly while slipping one hand into his pocket. “You’re one of the very few people on earth capable of making Dante Williams look remotely human.” “Samson,” Dante warned calmly. “What?” Samson replied innocently. “I’m being polite.”

Micheal shouted after him, standing up from the office chair and making his way towards Samson. Not knowing what to expect, Samson tensed his body, getting ready to fight if he had to. With a few aggressive steps, Micheal now stood in front, within arms reach. This was the first time Samson had gotten a chance to study Micheal. He stood nearly two heads taller than Samson and looked to be more muscular, yet walked with a light step. There was a heavy air around him, something that forced Samson’s instincts awake, an air that was all too familiar to him. The large warrior had his mothers wavy, black hair swept to the side and his fathers hazel eyes that danced with mischief and something else

He could see a silhouette of a young man, walking towards him. Amari has rested assuredly. They had won the second stage. The guy with raven black hair, dirtied face, and black blood covered in his clothes and face. He wiped it off and put back his sword from his waist. "Amari, I'm sorry." He said worriedly and offered his hand to his comrade. Amari almost cried in relief accepting, his hand. "We did it." Amari looked at the Whole Arena. The dead SCHIZOPHREN was laying in the ground with its tentacles splatted all over the place. Alkhun has defeated the monster. They started to see the people outside. Looking at them in awe.

because 1, It not appropriate and normal. 2, She is 8 years older than him. He drugged her and raped her but was caught by the Woman’s husband but the woman had blacked out already. The case was taken to court but Samson’s dad was able to close the case with his money and power. Fortunately, The lecturer regained consciousness after two weeks and Samson was expelled from the school. Samson loves his sister, Rissa, and is ready to do anything for her. Even take a bullet for her. He have his own apartment. He is in a gang but he always makes up time to see his sister and hang out with her.

“What do you mean?” On the other end of the phone, Rose realized something was wrong. “Samson!” The call had not ended yet, but police sirens could already be heard. “You blackmailed, kidnapped, imprisoned someone illegally, and committed acts of violence... With so many criminal acts, you should at least be locked for a few years right?” Samson laughed while he spoke. Without waiting for Rose to reply, he hung up. Samson’s gaze turned even darker, and his breathing quickened.

We need to get out of here as soon as possible. For two days in a row, Samson did not drink blood and was continuously tortured, so now he is like a paralyzed man, unable to move his arms or legs. It was because the person in front of him was her that he tried his best to speak. He is an immortal species, so even if they torture him more and starve him more, he still will not die. However, this is even scarier than death. - Blood, that's right. Lucasta's eyes lit up as she remembered the vampire's food source. Without hesitation, she immediately raised her hand to her mouth, summoned all her courage, and bit hard.