Samurai Fantasy Novels & Stories

corridor.She turned a corner and he spotted her. Dean Wason. He was standing in the middle of the corridor, a serene, near-bewilderment on his face. Not a big man like Dickson, but there was something that seemed to emanate sheer power from him. He wore a plain black suit, arms crossed behind his back.Running is futile, Sama Arthur," he answered, voice silky and calm, so much the opposite of the crazed bellowing of Dickson. "You should be aware of that by now. The harder you resist, the more you seal your own destiny. A wild beast must be domesticated, not destroyed.".Sama halted, her breast heaving. She could sense the emptiness closing in on her. He was ever in the lead. "I'm not an anima

Maybe, I can't tell, but I can tell you Regal was now sixteen years old, and he was quite a beauty! Here at Fang city empire, it was just daybreak, and everywhere was already bustling with life, the citizens were moving up and down. some trying to sell their goods, others trying to buy one thing or the other. Either way, they moved here and there satisfying their needs. Most of them walked just like human beings with a few exceptions, running very fast, probably trying to meet up with something or someone. The empire would probably pass for a human habitant if not for these few exceptions who were displaying super ability as they ran and jumped.

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

He pretended to be confused and asked, "Who are you all?" While saying that, Darryl could not help but measure Samara up. Her armor was clearly different from the barbarians. It was not a long saber hanging by her side but the Daim Dynasty's standard longsword. While noticing that, Darryl realized that Samara might not be a barbarian but a Daimer. He was instantly curious. This woman was clearly a Daimer, but why was she with the barbarians? While confused, Darryl was a little secretly relieved. No matter what, this woman's facial features and figure were amazing. Especially when she was in the armor, she looked majestic and heroic.

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

Cal had his arm around Sammy, his fingers brushing slightly his mate’s arm. Daphne was sitting in front of them on the largest couch with Trinity and Kaiden joining her. I sat on the chair next to my mate and grabbed her hand, our fingers intertwined. Savy and Sammy looked at each other and they both nodded. “We are sorcerers, but not only.” Sammy started, his face starn as he clenched his jaw. “There is no way that we can describe who… what we are, with a single word definition.” Savy said, looking me straight in the eyes. “The closest one to describe us with is: hybrids.”

But Sam leaped swiftly toward the plants, pulling out five cards from his deck. “He’s using the spider Insane too?” Shirley asked herself. Sam reacted back his arm and threw the cards at the dryads. Each card constructed jackal like spirits that devoured the fly traps on contact. This allowed Sam to thrust through the air without an opposition and stab Shirley in the chest with the end of this staff. “Spider in sane, huh?” Sam nickeled as he twist his staff inside, the dryaid Catchy.” Shirley grabbed the haunted orphan struggling to pull it out but was only met with a crippling shock that slowly poisoned her Venus fly trap construct.

What is that Brother? Nethersbane. The most magical artifact in the whole continent. It is also known as "The Holy Sword". It could kill anyone with just one slash. Ydar, being afraid that someone with ill intentions might possess this powerful thing, cast a spell on it. No one could wield it except if the sword itself will recognize them as its rightful master. " Swo, bwader wants to wab a vewey powerpyul swoyd? Yeyyy! Bwader Henry will kill mwonsters and bad guys! Bwader Henry is swo cool!"

Ruby swooped to the right, pulling Nya out of the way of that arrow and then followed Gavin’s dragon up into the air for a returning pass. It was then that Nya saw Slate. He was in his human form, on top of the castle on one of the turrets, fighting against a mob of Beelzanborg soldiers. His brother was by his side, and the two of them were making short work of the group as it was. But since Ruby was nearing their position, she lowered her head and sent a burst of fire at the Beelzanborg troops, hitting several of them, knocking many of them to the ground, many of them on fire.

Samantha (Sam)'s POV Dream I was in a dark forest not knowing where to go every turn I take would only lead me farther into the darkness. I finally choose a path of which to take, as I walk, I feel like something is following me. So, I start to quicken my pace, but as I go faster it also quickens its pace. I was so scared, so I started to run. I ran and ran until it felt like I was running in circles. Then I finally got to a dead end. I saw whatever was following me was getting closer. I thought I was going to die when everything around me started to fade.