Jetstream Sam Sword Novels & Stories

"It's impossible!" Brendan's face turned ice-cold in the darkness, exuding a chilling aura. He firmly repeated, "It is absolutely impossible." Tears welled up in the assistant's eyes as she nodded and said, "Sam just called and asked if he should come back immediately—" "Tell him to stay where he is! He must not act without my orders!" Brendan sternly interrupted her. "Why?" The assistant couldn't comprehend. "Mr. Jet is currently missing, and having someone reliable by your side like Sam could be of great assistance. It seems like a waste to keep him at that company..."

“It took me a while to accept, but that is the truth. It’s all a long story that I can fill you in on later.” “I think… Are you…what?” Samantha started a few different sentences before she just gave up. “I’m not lying. I’ll show and tell you everything later.” I laughed at her facial expression. “Just know, I really am a goddess and so that is now officially part of my name.” “I’ll hold you to that!” Samantha grabbed her water and took a sip. Jet POV

She had been jumped from behind. She spun around and looked up to see who it was. Sergei. That despicable little Russian sidekick to Kyle. The one who had stolen the Sword from her hand. He grinned down at her, an evil, cruel grin, and she hated him more than she’d ever had. Sam, to his credit, showed no fear. Still shackled, he jumped onto Sergei’s back, using his chains, wrapping them around Sergei’s throat. The boy was strong. He actually squeezed hard enough to get Sergei to loosen his grip on Samantha, and she used the opportunity to roll out from under him.

That voice she once knew. Caitlin scrambled to her feet, holding Scarlet tight, looking back at Sam warily. “Caitlin?” he asked again. “It’s me,” Caitlin said. Sam’s face then slowly transformed into one of shame, of grief. Of self-hatred. He looked down at the sword in his hand with disgust, and confusion. He threw it down, then reached up and grabbed at his forehead, as if trying to tear the spirits out of his head. “What have I done?” Sam pleaded. “WHAT HAVE I DONE!?”

Ethan walked forward and landed another kick, and sent Sam rolling again. “But don’t you see that I’m wearing casual clothes right now?! “Did you forget that I have another identity?” Sam’s expression changed suddenly after hearing those words. Ethan Hunt. The Hunt family from Wolsing! If Ethan were only the commander of Sword Camp, Sam would naturally not fear him. But he had another extraordinary identity, the master of the Hunt family from Wolsing! Sword Camp was once a place where rich playboys would just waste their money on. After Harvey had become the chief instructor of Sword Camp, those rich playboys were then trained to be Kings of Arms, even becoming Gods of War.

“ Samantha look at me “ she takes in a shuddering breath and wipes her tears with the back of her hand . At this moment I can see the fifteen year old she is . This poor girl is so broken. She is so thin and dirty . I hate myself for what I am going to ask as I know making her live through it again will hurt her . ” Samantha , can you please tell us who Jess’s father is ?” She turns her head away from me as she sucks in a sob as the tears flow down her cheeks . “ Look at me , I want you to know that what happened to you is not your fault, ok . You are the victim Sam, I want to help you and anyone else who needs my help . Is Shamus Jess’s father? “.

"Do I look like a murderer to you?" Unprepared for Gerald's response, the sword was swung with full force. Although it was only one slash, it managed to leave a long wound on his hand. At that time, even though Sam was only eight years old, he was the child of a highly respected clan leader in his time. Even the Eagle Wing themselves had little power under his command. So, when both of his parents passed away, the entire territory of their influence fell upon Sam, including the businesses agreed upon by the Eagle Wing Clan and the Twin Dragons.

Boro stood and slammed his right fist into his left palm and pressed them to his chest, saluting his new Lord. With a audible sigh of relief Lord Jetir nodded to Boro acknowledging his deference and then stood up and walked around the table. He streched out his hand, and motioned for Boro to hand him his blade. He drew his sword from it's scabbard, the sound it made was like the sound of city bells chiming for the first morning hour, a single clear Sssshhrrunngg, and offered him the sword hilt first.

He smiled, earning a shrug from me. "You should be happy I even tolerate you at all, nerd." I said to him, before biting into the bar. He chuckled softly, before proceeding to type aggressively into his computer. "So...have you found anything so far?" I asked him. Sam was quite good at hacking into other people's devices. He promised to find some kind of secret information on Jordan, something we could use against him. I got to know that he had been frequently picked on by Jordan, and that's why he had beenway too eager to help me exact revenge.

Duncan called after him. “I know,” Jason answered without turning back. “But I can live with that.” I watched him go, then curiously turned to Duncan. “Can I know?” I asked. “You remember who Sam is?” he asked, and I nodded. He was the older man with the silver wolf. “Sam is a real veteran. He was a warrior all his life and was a really good one. But Jason is right. He is getting old.” “Why did you say that he would never forgive Jason?”