Samurai Fantasy Novels & Stories

My arm left Higan's neck and I reached down to stroke myself as my orgasm neared. Higan's labored breath brushed my lips and he looked down at me. His lustful his gaze made me feel more turned on. I threw my head back and shut my eyes, moaning loudly as my orgasm washed over me. I shuddered as spurt after spurt of cum fell onto my stomach. "You're squeezing me so tightly, Jamie," he whispered before burying himself to the hilt and coming into the latex. I tried to catch my breath and Higan slowed down his thrusts before pulling out of me.

The blade warped the very air, its wake a crushing force that made breathing difficult. Standing nearby, Aria and Landon frowned. Aria couldn't hide her concern. "The deity's presence is overwhelming. I'm afraid Sam might not withstand it." She stepped forward, but Landon stopped her. His expression remained unreadable. "Don't worry. It'll take far more than this to bring Sam down." Sure enough, as the axe descended, a trace of disdain flashed in Sam's eyes. He didn't even bother to retreat. He drew a deep breath, and his power erupted like a volcanic explosion. Golden light gathered around him, forming the phantom of a massive golden fist. Energy rippled across it, radiating a terrifying fo

He shouldn't bear the burden of dealing with my adversaries. As he stepped out of the compact room to fetch drinks, I surveyed my environment, keenly observing every detail. Firstly, the architectural style and the preference for wooden walls and paper lamps hinted that we were still in the East. Secondly, the air carried a distinctive scent that confirmed my suspicion. In the room, stacks of papers were neatly arranged, and a collection of metal swords caught my eye, unmistakably katanas wielded by Samurai warriors. Intrigued, I leaned in and carefully lifted one of the swords from its place.

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.

So, they created something to wear them. There few of the Magicians. But they were powerful. They created an army of man-people only to fight for them. These people did have hearts. Their breaths smelt of blood. But their thoughts came from the magic of a Samsonara. Samsonara learned to become gods in making them. The Fulena were tailors and they were the best on making the fullest and strongest designs for dresses of war

says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get redder and redder like a tomato. “End of the line, was it Fuujin or Raijin, or a constellation or something inhuman not even known to humankind or from a folklore not from Japan at all, was it from a chinese mythology or perhaps western Europe. Perhaps it may have been from India too…. I’m done.” Says Ayame and lays on the ground looking at the ceiling. “No use~… These guys don’t even know what their leader is.” The yokai fall unconscious from holding their breath for too long one by one like dominoes.

It made it impossible for him to get out of the Tiger’s sight. “Does he know? But how?” Samoa thought to himself. He raised his head and saw the fighters belonging to the First Zone standing orderly with no fear. Every man and woman wore strong leather armors crafted from beast hides and possessed an air of ferocity about them. As they gazed at Rash Tiger and Frowning Tiger who were returning, their vision was full of respect and admiration. As for Samoa who was behind them, they looked at him with envy. Being chosen to accompany Tigers was a sign that they appreciated his talent. So naturally, they all knew that Samoa was someone the Tigers saw as having the potential to become a Predator.

He also had horns sticking out of his head. The other, Taifū, was a tall man wielding a long slim blade. He had a long nose, two wings, and was carrying two additional scabbards on his left and right side. He was wearing a kamishimo, resembling the outfits of old samurai. The difference being his bare bird like feet, and the lack of a kimono underneath, showing his chest. Taifū spoke in a loud, screeching voice. "You're just a monster playing hunter. You don't deserve anymore than this!"

So nothing could happen to me. Exhausted, I fell against the fountain and was glad that I wasn't alone. "Here," the samurai said, pulling one of his cloths from his face. Unfortunately, another covered his mouth. "Thank you," I mumbled, wiping the tears from my face. White spots remained on the fabric. Damn makeup. "It... it's totally dirty, sorry," I apologized to him, to which he laughed and said, "No problem, keep it." "

Maera “Congrats Maera, you're carrying the Alpha's pub,” the pack's witch told me. Asta was the witch of our pack. Ulfsang(Wolf Song) was a small pack of shifters that lived on the northern side of the realm. She was called a witch because people believed she could cast spells and turn people into squirrels.