Jetstream Sam Sword Novels & Stories

The biggest pain for Sam were her wings and keeping those locked in place, without the use of her usual denim jacket. That could end up being the costly part of this transaction, and yet, it could also be the biggest motivator since this shady Joshua character would see Sam for who she really was—wings and all. Once we had done our picturesque tour through the city, we walked all the way back to the SUV, where we popped open the back hatch and sat in the seats that had been forced down from the sex a few hours earlier, we now had to decide how to get past our apprehension, and how to get these two ready, as they would be tied up for the show ahead.

Demon General Samoa bellowed, and the weapons that had been sent flying stopped in their tracks, rapidly returning to the one who made them. “Converge!” General Samoa ordered, and the weapons melted back into wind and gathered together before forming a large sword that towered into the heavens. The large sword was like a weapon wielded by the ancient titans, and the energy it gave off was much greater than high-grade weapons. “Go,” General Samoa pointed towards Asherah, his intent clear. He had to wipe out that monster at all costs! *Vooo* The heavy blade descended with a mighty groan, and those who had been reduced to spectators could not help but gape at the sight.

"I didn't ask you to come to the Night Storm. Are you working for someone else? Is it the Crimson Lake? I need you to tell us which other pack you work for!" "What are you talking about? Who are you-" "Don't you dare pretend you don't know him!" Jett cut in, rising from where he sat. "You really were on duty when I first saw you, huh!" Uh, yeah. I was on stage, sliding down a pole, remember? Running my mouth might be unhealthy at this time, so instead of saying the words out loud, I waited for him to say more. Something was seriously wrong here. I wasn't sure what, but I sensed I was in more trouble than before.

I smile as Jeremiah jumps just a little next to me at their sudden appearance; I look at Maya and see that they are the violet eyes of Spike and say, “I see that you two are still connected at the hip, but could you have at least stopped off and picked up Sam on your way?” “I don’t like travelling with her like that. I would rather run…” Samantha spits from behind us. Spike has only ever jumped with Samantha once, and it didn’t go very well. Samantha broke her arm and was sick for over a week. She hasn’t travelled like that with her since, but then Spike was still only learning at the time, so there were bound to be a few mishaps. Once they are all there and I get a mental tug from Greta tel

So, I did not. "Where is Callum?" I asked instead, directing my question to the man that came in with Rhys. "Weren't you supposed to be at the front with him?" Sam, Rhys's brother is a warrior as well, but his specialty is weapons. To be specific, the two swords he wields better than anyone in the entire Werewolf Kingdom. They were twins, and while Rhys headed my Shadow Guards, Sam trained the warriors entirely. But of course, they worked best together.

Lord Ray didn't utter a word since he wasn't ready to reveal his identity to the latter yet. "I can see you have no idea where you are. You are playing with fire." Jasper said as he retrieved his sword from its sheath and waved it in the air. Lord Ray was about to challenge him when his eyes fell on Sam. She was dragged in by two Of Jasper's Drudge Vampires with her hands handcuffed behind her back.

“Italia Mercedes.” Jake’s eyes widened. “Oh god, Gustav is really going to go after me.” Samantha hurried her face on her palms, the words she uttered are unreadable and muffled by her cries. But when Jake recover from his shock, that’s when he realized how serious the matter was. He blew out a loud breathe and ask, “Now tell me, Sam. Where are you and—” He paused and gulps. “Did anybody see you?” “No one—” “That’s good.”

David Duskbane POV "My fangs are shaking with pure fury, Warlord David!" Sam’s voice rages out of the communication stone like a mountain storm, and his wild barks make my golden eyes blink with absolute confusion. My neck automatically twists to look across the Jupiter lodge at Franklin Sterling. He is still standing by the stone fireplace, flashing a bright, happy smile as he speaks to Jordan Baker. I press the link tighter to my ear and ask Sam, "What madness has happened to your pack project?"

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

Emily’s POV With the assistance of Camila, I had gotten into a cab and was headed back home. After being threatened by Camila, the cab driver kept his lips shut and all his concern to himself but that didn’t stop him from looking at me from time to time through the rear mirror. Camila had managed to clean the deep cut in my stomach where Blade—or should I say Jordan, his wolf—had attacked me. She had even helped me put a bandage over it but it had done little in alleviating my pain.