Saiyan Sam Novels & Stories

Sam could not speak or move. "Quickly,put her here. We need to stop the bleeding. Lay him somewhere to rest. He has been injected with a neuromuscular drug to make him paralyzed. Quin, take this and do your thing (referring to the robot)." ****************** I had been worried about Sam, I tried sleeping but I couldn't. When I heard Koyala's voice, I quickly dashed out of the room I was in to go confirm if my cousin was alright. I was stopped midway by Kran, he said Sam needed some rest and that I needed not to worry about him. I had particularly had a liking for Maya. She was the kind of woman I would have wanted so much to marry, only that she was three eyed, was short and had longer ears.

Samara bowed to them and hurriedly followed her young master, who had already left. “Okay. Take good care, Hijo.” While tailing Jasson, Samara couldn't help but keep an eye on his back. Wearing a dark blue shirt, she observes the veins in his biceps. Her eyes traveled down to his torso. He was wearing fitted jeans, and she couldn't help but keep her eyes on her plump bottom. She pouted to prevent herself from smiling mischievously. She was fascinated by Daniel Matsunaga's abs, but she couldn't remember if it had a nice ass.

Jack said with a sort of dazed look of wonder, coming to walk on her other side. “Yeah me neither” Sam added thoughtfully. “How?” Jane asked. “Humm, well he is more built for speed. I can’t run that fast. Can you Sam?” “Hell no. Plus he has some super strong pheromones. It was totally overwhelming, I was hardly able to fight back because it was so intense. Plus, I think he could have finished the both of us off easily had Jane not played the damsel in distress” Sam added.

As Calix hold her tight in his arms, crying and pleading to give her back to life and his eyes lands on Sam, who is crying as well for the lost of his beloved sister. "Sam, tell me, you can bring her to life right? You have your abilities as well. Do something!" "I-- I c-can't." Sam took a deep breathe and look at his sister. "Even if I wanted to help her so badly, I can't. I am so fucking useless!" He cried, a heartbreaking cry as he kneel down in front of his sister and hold her hand. "I am so fucking useless! I can't help her when she all did was to help the hell out of me."

Before Andreas could even sit up, Sam stirred, his amber eyes opening instantly, already laden with a predatory lucidity. “Where do you think you’re going?” Sam’s voice came out as a low growl, the roughness of sleep mixed with the natural authority of his kind. “Home, Sam. I have a life, a job, deadlines,” Andreas replied, trying to sound more confident than he felt. He tried to push Sam’s arm away, but it was like trying to move an iron bar. Sam sat up in bed, the musculature of his back moving under his skin like ripples on a dark lake. He did not look like a man concerned with schedules or social conventions. He looked like a sovereign observing a subject.

he said carefully, “You don’t understand what Sam is.” “Then explain it,” I snapped. “Now.” He stepped forward slightly. “Sam isn’t just an AI.” “He’s integrated.” “Advanced beyond anything most governments have access to.” A pause. “He can reach systems others can’t.” My eyes narrowed. “That doesn’t give you the right—” Before I could finish— Another voice cut through. Familiar. Powerful. Unavoidable. The Voice “John.” The room went still.

Damen teases, and Sam reacts with a playful hiss. “Let’s go get the little man and have breakfast,” Max says while standing up. Sam’s blood helps me heal quickly, but otherwise, I seem to be immune to it taking over me completely; strange.

Chapter 5 The fight is against Shade Marcus the Narrsissist Vampire King. Sam stands tall, his chiseled physique a testament to his unwavering dedication to fitness. His bulging biceps and broad shoulders exude raw power, honed from years of military battles. His shoulder-length black hair often falls messily onto his broad shoulders, and his piercing grey/blue eyes seem to bore into those he meets. His tattoos, a striking blend of Mayan tribal and Anunnaki designs, whisper tales of his rebellious past and his defiance against the darkness. As an elder vampire and a skilled fighter, Sam's tech expertise and ancient knowledge make him a formidable force in the world. His raw, masculine appeal

The most important thing was that he couldn't lose face, and he couldn't let himself be trampled on like this in front of a little kid! It was a pity that everything was preordained from the moment he met Samuel. Today's Samuel was a Divine Realm Master in the Xuanyuan World. Even in the Xuanyuan World, there was no one who could compete with him except for the Velocisaurus, let alone on the earth. Almost 20 hatchet men were attacking from all directions. Samuel had his eyes closed; his every move was like a dynamic picture in his mind, which was no different from what he had seen with his own eyes.