Red Rangers Samurai Novels & Stories

His lips curled a satisfactory smile. Ryuzaki raised his brow. This man’s mood seemed to fluctuate quite a lot. One second he was on the brim of crying, while in another he was happy like a lunatic. “Are you done?” Samuel’s body stiffened, and his face turned red. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep our little secret.” He winked at that man. “Then, let’s enjoy this fight.” Samuel stared at him and his face abruptly changed. Ryuzaki snapped his fingers, and almost promptly, a few werelions, werebears, elves, and soldiers all turned around, circling them, focusing on them.

It was Dante who had gone to Sam’s side and given her the courage to not only face the horror in front of her but to be brave for the poor soul’s trapped inside the wild beasts. Sam was petrified she could handle rogues but the thought of having to kill people only because they didn't understand what they were doing somehow seemed wrong to her. Ace had been yelling at her to get her shit together because she was a hunter and the rest of the team needed her. Dante pushed Ace away from Sam and told her to stay hidden pushing her to the side, and from behind the tree she watched as Dante shifted into the biggest wolf Sam had ever seen, Dante almost single handedly took out all of the moonwalke

Ryan tried to scream to me under the mouth wrap that was tied to her mouth, good thing for her I was smart enough to know that already. “Easy there.” The man that I later found out was Sam, from the brief browsing I did of him, brought his hands up in surrender. “You wouldn’t want to spoil the fun so early now, would you?” More men came from behind him, maybe 10 or 12. I could take them all out with one swing if I was in my wolf form but sadly, they were all humans, transforming here would be too dangerous. “Did you bring the money?” Sam stared at the bag in my hand before looking up to my face again.

"Let's do this." With a flash of light, Sam starts cloning himself, one after the other. Soon, there are dozens of him, all ready for battle. They charge at the werewolves, and the fight is on. I watch as the clones overwhelm the werewolves, fighting with ferocity and skill. The real Sam stands next to me, his expression fierce. "This is working," he says, a smile spreading across his face. I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. "Just keep an eye on your energy levels," I say. "We don't want you to get too tired."

The power he had, the sound of his voice—clearly, there was something special about him. Before any of them could react—even with their lightning-quick skills—Sam had already bounded into the crowd and tore off the heads of ten of them. He spun through the room, every which way, wreaking havoc everywhere he went. His bare hands became weapons. His fingernails extended to claws. His muscles hardened into iron steel—and anyone who tried to attack simply bounced off of him. He was like a rolling ball of destruction, creating panic and mayhem everywhere he went. Soon the room of vampires was so flustered, they were running into each other, running every which way to try to escape.

Rane said, his tone even. Samuel smirked, pulling off his shirt. “Alright, boy. Just you and me.” Rane followed suit, and a circle of witches formed around them. Samuel lunged first, but Rane blocked him cleanly. The fight was brutal, each move sharp and calculated. Amaris stood frozen, barely breathing. “Come on, boy,” Samuel taunted, circling him. “Prove yourself, or I’ll keep her in my bed all night.” Rane cracked a grin. “Too old for all night, old man.”