Invincible Black Samson Novels & Stories

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.

When they had surrounded the bed, their captain signaled to them with his head movements and they struck Samson in unison. Suddenly, they heard the voice of Samson laughing and they found themselves in a room surrounded by a hundred guards and 6 mages with bladed staves . Samson walked in dressed in a long robe with his pet snake in his hands. Samson spoke, "I can see you really tried. You come when I am at my weakest and you bring weapons blessed by the goddess of the river and moon- Mevent. You did all you could as mortals but you forgot one thing: even at my weakest, I AM A BLOODY GOD!"

"Last I heard you were leading a rebellion, oh wait..." She says looking at his stiff posture, "come to take care of the troublesome warlock helping with the demon rings?" Her smile widens as she realizes she's caught us and Samson looks like he is about to screech for the guards. Jason must be thinking the same thing about Samoan because he swings the mop handle at his head, knocking him unconscious.

"Look at you. Playing hero for a woman who'll never forgive you. Elric was supposed to be my weapon, and now even he's turned. Blood means nothing!" He charged forward with surprising speed, two guards flanking him. I fired again, dropping one guard, but Samson kept coming. He tackled me before I could reload, slamming me into the ground. The impact knocked the air from my lungs. His fist crashed into my face once, twice. Blood filled my mouth. I drove my knee up into his ribs, but he was fueled by pure rage. "You think you've won?" he snarled, pinning me. His fingers closed around my throat. "I'll burn everything you love. Leah. Your daughter. That little girl screaming for her mother—"

Samson took two steps backward and said playfully, “Holy Maiden Ynes, I’m very supportive of you and this brother to live together. At least he’s way better than that prudish Donovan Orlando. You know that I do not fight with Donovan, right? But, if Donovan comes after you, I might still be able to help you out, right? So, that bra of yours, can you also give me one? If not, I’m willing to pay with spiritual stones.” Whoosh! Without saying a word, Ynes thrust her sword in Samson’s direction. The speed was as fast as lightning, and it was evident that Ynes was extremely angry. However, Samson was also an Imminent Immortal master. Faced with Ynes’ angry attack, he surprisingly did not panic at

Belzebub, realizing Samson's strength, finally budged, and the demon assassin assigned to kill us was recalled. Once Samson knew we were safe, he handed Belzebub back to the Incarnates. But Belzebub, bruised and plotting revenge, commanded every demon to come after the Incarnates, with Samson as their main target. The Incarnates were overwhelmed, and Samson was left standing alone. Belzebub captured Delilah, threatening to slit her throat if Samson didn't surrender. Delilah screamed for him to continue fighting, knowing Belzebub would kill her anyway. But Samson, to her surprise, surrendered. Samson, invincible and immune to earthly weapons, was a formidable force. But Belzebub, determined t

CHAPTER THREE Samson was tall, heavily built and had a commanding presence. His dark hair was short and thick, and he had dark, piercing eyes. Eyes that looked very angry in that moment. Those eyes were focused on right now on Jacob Saunders, and Jacob glared right back at him. Vanessa, Samson’s friend who he regarded as family, nudged him with her elbow. He didn’t reply and she had to nudge him again before he finally turned his attention to her.

His breaths came out in shallow, ragged gasps as Raja stood before him, his expression devoid of pity. "You don't seem to understand the situation, Samson," Raja said coldly, tossing the bloodied pliers onto the metal table behind him with a clang. He leaned in closer, his voice a low growl. "You can scream all you want. No one is coming to save you. Now, let me try again—who are you working with?" Samson clenched his jaw. His defiance was still there despite the agony coursing through him. "You think... you think you're so clever," he spat, his voice trembling. "But you'll never get anything from me. I’m loyal to the Organization."