Samantha Warren Novels & Stories

Samantha had declared war. And I was ready to end it. *******

It surprised me when Jeremy mentioned he was a werewolf, but it didn’t surprise me at all with Samantha. I felt a strange connection to her, and although I couldn’t feel my wolf Asta right now, I could sense that Samantha would be a strong werewolf when she received her wolf. That also worried me, because what if Samantha noticed I was like her, but didn’t have a wolf? Suddenly nervous, I made my way toward the back of the room to sit at the desk beside Samantha. “Hi! As you know, my name is Samantha Mora, but my friends and family call me Sammy. I am seventeen, and I heard all about you! I already knew we would become friends!” Sammy’s enthusiasm startled me, and I nearly missed the chair w

Lawrence glared at Darren, who was laughing. I looked up at the sound of some people laughing. Samantha walked in with Addison, next to her. They were laughing rather loudly, oblivious about all the heads they turned. Samantha had changed her outfit to a black tight-fitting bodycon dress, with thin straps. It hugged her in all the right places, accentuating her curves. "Hi!" Samantha greeted, eyeing Darren and Lawrence. They both stood up to greet her, Darren shaking her hand gently. "I'm Samantha," she introduced herself.

“And this is—” “You don’t need to introduce her,” Savannah interrupts. “This is Samantha Webber, aka Sam, from Ohio. Dual major in Art and Digital Media, mostly focused on painting. Second-semester sophomore at this fine institution. And before the world fell apart, she had an internship at the Met—restoration department.” She strides over and extends her hand. “Pleasure to meet such a bright young talent. I’m Savannah Carmichael.” I’m a little dazzled by how much she knows about me. I dumbly shake her hand and take the dollop of hand sanitizer she offers. “The pleasure’s all mine,” I mumble.

Warren inquires if everyone is home, and Samantha hesitates before nodding slightly, a hint of reluctance in her demeanor. "And is Saraya back?" I inquire, wanting to know her whereabouts. Samantha's color drains from her face, and her lips turn slightly purple, a visible sign of distress. The sudden change in her expression raises concerns, and I exchange a worried glance with Warren, sensing that something is amiss. "Is she?" I press on, my eyebrow narrowing in concern. Samantha takes a moment before responding, "No, sir..." My sense of unease deepens, and I turn to Warren, who frowns in frustration, demanding, "Where is she?"

I turn to my beta and whisper in to his ears. “Lowell did you get across to the chief and the pack doctor, Samantha?” I asked.​ “ yes, they are already on their way” he replied me. Samantha was a werewolf just like us but she had mystic powers which can make her heal people any disease. She lived mainly in the human side.

Years of plotting led to what now falls under my hand. Samantha Wade stood in the way, plain and clear. She blocked what needed moving through. Not loud, just there - immovable. A presence that slowed steps without saying a word. Her stillness acted like force. A temporary glitch. Up went my shoulders, then a quick brush of fingers through my hair. My face settled into that soft look again - calm, quiet, practiced. The kind of stillness that speaks before words. War was what she’d asked for, so war it would be.

I decided to make my grand entrance. I removed my helmet and there were several shocked gasps and so on. "My Name is Samantha Emilia Parker; I am the Clan Leader of the Rainbow Phoenix Clan." After saying those words, I knew this would be fun. "H... how, wh..when, did you become a Phoenix? We looked for you everywhere, but you were nowhere to be found." Aiden asked instead of Matthew, too shocked to register that I was in front of them.

Samantha looks back at Jimmy, who's watching from the table. Samantha looks back at the woman and gives her a warm smile. "Yes, Jimmy's here," she says. "May I ask who's asking?" The woman smiles back. "My name is Rebecca," she says. "I'm Jimmy's daughter." Samantha's jaw drops in surprise, and she glances back at Jimmy, who looks just as shocked. "Daughter?" Samantha asks. "You never told us you had a daughter!" Jimmy stands up and walks over to the door. "Rebecca," he says, in a hushed voice. "What are you doing here?"