Misao Samurai X Novels & Stories

Just like right now. Samar looked up from his phone at the shimmering Goddess standing in front of him, looking extraordinarily beautiful in Indian attire today. How bad his fingers wanted to trace those snowy cheeks flushed with exertion this evening. And those lips? His thumb itched for a touch. He swiftly stuffed his hands into his pockets. "What do you think?" he snapped. Wariness crept over Maahi. What has angered him now? She straightened her spine. "I think you should eat something. Have you tried..."

Samantha laughed all of a sudden, her shoulders shaking as she laughed at Master X. “Are you going crazy from too much sex?” Master X asked with disgust. “I'm laughing because today is your death day…hahaha,” she choked, her voice hoarse. Master X grabbed her hair and hurled her onto her knees before slapping her across the face as his eyes darkened at her words, “You witch, are you cursing me?” He spat. “Hahaha,” Samantha laughed again, exposing her blood-stained teeth. His slap had been so fierce that her mouth was filled with blood, but she only laughed as she faced the angry man before her.

Kenzo Harusame laughed abruptly and said, “You don’t have to provoke me. Now that I’m here, there's no way for me to go home empty-handed.” As soon as he said that, Kenzo leaped down from the top of the deck. He then jumped into one of the speedboats below. “Samurai of the Harusame family! Listen to my order! All of you! Let’s kill all the enemies and set Holy Tiger free!” “Yes!”

He drops dead a second later. Liam flinched next to me, finally turning to me. “I’m fine,” he says. “You?” I gave a curt nod, spotting my gun. I rushed to grab it and handed Liam the other one. “Come on big guy,” I hear Miles speak up. “Pick someone your own size,” I let out a chuckle. He never learns. My chest squeezed when the Samurai raised his sword at Miles, who quickly brought his double-sided blade, successfully stopping it from harming him. With his other hand, he swings the smaller blade and slices through the Samurai’s well embroidered tunic. He grunts, staggering. For a moment, I’m frozen like Liam was earlier, watching Miles fight with so much skill and precision that I can’t hel

The samurai followed him. "I don't like this," said Souma. "This isn't fair." "I know," said Daisuke, "there is nothing that we can do. This is their fight." "Still, I don't like this." The captain stopped. The samurai lifted his sword high in the air. The captain lunged and swiftly slashed his exposed thigh and groin from below with the very tip of his sword. The samurai was silent. Falling to his side, he dropped his sword and clutched his thigh. Blood poured through his fingers in a bright stream over his decorated suneate.

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

Patrick lifts his hands from Sam's waist in a surrender kind of way, Xander pats his shoulder hard. Then he replaces him behind Sam, poor guy. He flips his cap backwards and places his hands on her waist. Believe me,Xander is hot,he's so good looking and he's tall and well built,built in a so hot out of the gym model magazine. Something must have happened,a spark or whatever. Sam turns around,she gasps in surprise,her lips parting. "Xander? Where's.." she looks around him but he grabs her jaw bringing her attention back to his face

“My gift to you and your mate.” “Thank you, Sensei!” Samantha smiled as she took the box and laid it down before opening it to two matching katanas. “Domo Arigatō.” She picked one up and inspected it. “This is good Japanese steel.” Gently she pulled it from its sheath and looked at its edge. Hints of silver shined on it and near its handle was an inscription in Kangi, she rubbed her fingers against it. The old fox laughed again. “Kangi still gives you trouble. That says ‘Blessed by the Goddess, her holy fangs.’ One for you, one for him. As you are a pair so are they.”

"Tell me, Darla… is Xavier a card you're playing, or is he the whole deck?" My breath hesitated for a second, though I didn't let it show. Instead, I let a teasing smile curve my lips. "Maybe you should worry more about how you measure up and less about Xavier.". Sam's grin expanded, happy to spar. "Oh, I don't give that a second thought. Xavier can have history, but I… I have possibility. And women like you?" His eyes remained on me in a way that was both compliment and threat. "You never overlook possibility.

The blind master happily met his ardent new disciples with a Buddhist greeting: a kata gassho (single open palm) in front of his chest and a slight bow. “Very well,” Koumori-shishou said. “Sasha, we need to get to that section of the beach fast. Can I rely on you?” “I thought you’d never ask, shishou!” Sasha made the hand seal of Rin the Diamond Thunderbolt to summon the Umikumajutsu (Sea Bear) so the Great White Bear would lend him its boundless strength and swimming prowess. But Koumori-shishou interrupted him with a gentle ah ah ah.