Invincible Black Samson Novels & Stories

The resemblance was uncanny. “Hello, Aunt Elaine,” he squeaked adorably. Despite being slightly advanced, Samson was tall — a stunning six foot five just like Max, with silky black hair that had strands of white, thanks to his age, and a muscular physique. Though older, he still had the dazzling features intact that could make any woman throw down their panties for him.

Now that he was in the city, Master was about to shake his world with his first attack. “Where is Samson?” The words released in the air, and the eyes turned toward the entrance when a raven-black Dodge Challenger entered the alley. Samson hopped out of the car, clothed in black attire. The black trench coat enhances his tall figure, and the holster casting against his waist. He racked his thick black curls and stuffed his sunglasses in his holder. Sober was not the condition he wanted to belong to, but Capo’s call from last evening didn’t allow Antonio to let him rest more. He ensures Samson woke up and reached before time.

I yank down hard on the arm, and he flips onto his back as I release it. Samson I run at my mate at full speed and leap into the air. My fist prepared to make contact, but just as I got close, she dropped and rolled under me. I land sliding to a stop and turn quickly, seeing she is already awaiting my next advance. I throw a punch, and she catches hold of my arm with a strength I didn’t know she possessed in this form. Her fist made contact with my gut, but I could tell she didn’t punch full force. I drive my knee up but feel her foot on it and see her rise above me and flip over my arm, not letting go. I’m in awe as she flies through the air effortlessly. Then I feel her yank down on my arm

~~~~ Sam took a deep breath. If it hadn’t been for the fact that he witnessed how she overpowered his boss with just a single call, he wouldn’t have believed her to be connected to a powerful man like Eric Black of the Black Empire, let alone being his wife. Of all the celebrities he had come across, who seemed to control wealth without needing to be told—just from their appearance, their cars, and the guards surrounding them—you could tell they held wealth beyond your wildest imagination. That was why, when he first saw her and heard that she was a Black, Sam had questioned it and even thought she might be a scammer. How could someone with so much wealth to rule the world be so simple? He w

Samson, Xena head for their tanks and destroy them ( he orders with a shout ) SAMSON : Aye. Always with the heavy work, huh.. Holy artillery : Samson’s jawbone His club glows a bright white as he begins to run through the undead with incredible speed and agility, crushing all that stood in his path, heading for the enemy’s tanks. The undead noticed Samson incoming and turned their heavy artillery towards him after which they shot three rounds at him which erupted into a massive explosion on impact. Samson leaps into the air and comes down heavily on one of the tanks, smashing it on impact with his club, he immediately leaps again as he noticed another tank turning towards him and destroys it

She lets out just as Octavius glances down at me with a smile, his hand snaking around my waist and pulling me closer to him just as he plants a delicate kiss on my temple. "Thank you guys." I answer on our behalf, my smile feeling a little less nervous and a lot more geunuine now. Our attention soon turns to Samson, who looks much better now. He had been badly injured in the attack and we thought he wasn't going to make it, but we're glad to see he's up and standing. "Samson. You look strong." Octavius lets out, reaching out for a handshake just as Samson smile and stretches out his hand, grabbing Octavius' and giving it a firm shake.