Red Rangers Samurai Novels & Stories

“Do not thank me yet, Samara. For as from now on, you are no longer welcome to my lands… if I ever catch you on rogue territory, I will not spare you.” “Sire, I…” “Do not test me, Samara. You have been warned. Stay away.” With that, Rakur and his men took their wolf forms and left a confused Samara kneeling there on the floor. How could this have happened? They were so close… so close… Sandy.

Blood Moon has been climbing steadily in recent years, though, and after hearing my dad’s reports about how they handled the rogue attacks, I’m expecting them to bring it this summer, they are certainly all massive and look well trained. Sam is called in the first round, facing off against a Delta from Opal Moon. She’s good—better than I expected—and gives him a solid challenge. They grapple for a few minutes before Sam finally pins her. She struggles, but his hold is too strong, and she’s forced to submit. I don’t catch the exact time, but it’s a clean, quick win for him.

Toshiro is huge compared to an average tiger. Rioka braced himself as Toshiro launched an attack so fast that Rioka's shoulders were sliced. Rioka's eyes turned scarlet red and this time he quickly evaded Toshiro's attack. "Now that's better." Toshiro spoke excitedly. Toshiro then again attacked Rioka with all his might and speed. He was certain that his attack would finish off the wounded Rioka. But out of thin air, Rioka is above Toshiro launching a heavy attack packed with speed. This way, Toshiro will not be given a chance to evade. Toshiro notices the image of Rioka in front of him to be a mirage.

Sam emerging from behind, her strength, her fierceness, filling every inch of my being. In the chaos of battle, I saw Sam, her eyes swirling gold and black, her wolf nature unleashed. She fought with a wild grace, taking down two rogues at once, her claws flashing. Lillian was by her side, moving the wounded out of the way while fighting off attackers with ferocity that left me in awe.

The leader stands first to the right side of Samantha. "Great." Samantha claps as she rises on her feet, and claps her hands on her back as she approaches closer to them. She licks her lips and grimaces as her eyes run to their crotch. "Hmm, such nasty cocks." Her eyes suddenly flash red, as red as blood as her nails grow sharply behind her. "Now, it's showtime." That being said, Samantha swings her arms in front of them, and just before they can realise what she did to them, clamors of pain escape from their mouths.

Rhys snared and shifted backward with his warriors following suit, Sam did the same thing and his followers also did that. They both faced each other with red eyes which was a symbol of anger, their long canines and elongated nails showed that they are about to transform and if that happens, one of them will definitely get hurt. “ Stop please!” I shouted and jumped in between them. Rhys growled and managed to calm himself down. " When did you get here?" He asked with a dimmed eye, his face radiated with extreme care making my heart beat heavily In my chest “ Coward,” Sam said with hostility, his action was deliberate and one could see that he was deliberately initiating a fight.

"Yeah, sure, that's why. Bye, Sam...have a nice life with Mr. Darcy." I hear the anger in my voice. It's not that I want to be angry or jealous. I hate being replaced by a man I haven't met yet. Sam sits down on the couch. This is her universal sign that she isn't leaving. "You're upset. And I want to know why. And stop calling him Mr. Darcy." "Of course, he's Mr. Darcy. He's British and perfect." "If he's Mr. Darcy, then who am I?" Sam asks as she bats her eyelashes at me. It drives me crazy, seeing those butterfly wings open and close on her baby blues.

At the Red Raven Healing Centre, Young Samantha stood in Dr Aegle’s office, staring her down while she spoke to her in a loving voice. She was carrying a small box of runes which, despite Dr Aegle’s best efforts, she was refusing to hand over. She was a young girl, about six years of age. Her eyes sparked with life and her brown, naturally curly hair looked somewhat dishevelled.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

" Alpha... Beta... Are you okay?" Chris was happy to see them and said, " We are fine, Trevor." " Tsk...!! " Samara grunted in disapproval. She watched them to have some fun but was not happy that she was not the center of attention. " Sorry to interrupt your little reunion... It's good you are all here now; I can get rid of all you pests at the same time." Trevor and Dalton were angered by her words and attacked Samara simultaneously, followed by a few other warriors.