Samurai Fantasy Novels & Stories

He was surprised. "Yes. The Samurai's are the strongest when it comes to the assassin's world. I will tell you a story Paul. A long time ago there were two brothers, the elder one loathed after the younger one, and would do everything within his power to make sure his younger brother was not loved by their father.

“A-Ahem. Long ago-“ “What a classic start to a grandpa story.” Sensei grew silent while locking onto Tamashi’s eyes. After a brief moment, Tamashi began to shift uncomfortably.” “Sorry, go on.” “Long ago, there lived a group of valiant samurai in an unstable Japan. These samurai searched far and wide for a way to end the wars that besieged Japan and threatened the very existence of their people. “The samurai exhausted many of their options and began to lose hope, until one mysterious man stepped up to the plate.

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

And Samuel, a golden whirlwind of power and fury, covered every angle, intercepting anyone who dared breach the inner courtyard. The courtyard became a warzone of light and shadow. Sparks flew, bullets ricocheted off metal and stone, and the cries of combatants—both human and supernatural—echoed across the city. Smoke and dust rose in thick clouds, mixing with the golden aura emanating from Samuel. Adrian could feel the pulse of the Sun-Omega’s power through the ground, through the air, through his very bones.

The silver tipped naginatas clattered onto the ground, their blue electrical currents discharging wildly into the wet gravel in a series of bright, snapping sparks. But these men weren't the untrained enforcers of London or the panicked aristocrats of Paris. The remaining twenty eight samurai didn't break their formation; they closed the gap instantly, their long polearms brought downward in a synchronized, defensive wall of silver steel. Every time a naginata bit into Kaden’s flank or his shoulders, the high-frequency electrical current discharged directly into his muscle tissue, causing his dark fur to smoke and his limbs to lock with a temporary, agonizing paralysis. He was forced back on

“Don’t worry about it. He’s just an old friend I was catching up with.” Her tone sounded sincere, yet it didn’t completely clear my doubts, so I narrowed my eyes at her slightly. If she noticed my slight change she didn’t acknowledge it, because she walked forward. “Samiya, I have enough reason to believe that the next challenge will be a simulation of some sorts, all the warriors-” “All the warriors in the pack were trained with simulations and they were gifts from when witches and werewolves were still allies. They are game-like, with some special kind of game master, and happen in some layer of our consciousness.

“You must mean those two men. Mr. Smith and that other fellow. I’m not saying this is any of my business, but you don’t have to date anyone you don’t want to. If you want to just focus on your family business then that’s what you should do. Men are simple creatures. They’re like crows. If they see something shiny, they want it.” “You’re a man too you know.” “I am, and I apologize for my candor.” “No, it was nice. I’m sure if my brother had grown into an adult, he would be similar to you. But not have a sister complex or something?” Sam looked at her through the rearview mirror with his eyebrows arched. “Sorry, something I picked up from my otaku days.” “Once an otaku always an otaku.” He lif

she pouted and tilted her head. “It’s probably not me as I don’t have such powers, I’m just an Imugi as you said that day, it’s the truth. The one you are talking about is the powers only a pure dragon who possesses the orb of yeouiju means a dragon pearl, possess such power. The snakes that have lived a thousand-year have a chance of becoming a dragon. Those large snakes are called Imugi. And that Imugi, I’m not a dragon.” He smiled bitterly as if he was trying to hide something behind his smile.

She realized then that Nikjin would believe anything that Zokman said because he had unwavering confidence in the man’s words. “Are you deliberately trying to put me in trouble here?” She asked Zokman. “Do you even truly have sorcery powers or are you just messing with your lord’s head?” She heard Nikjin’s sharp intake of breath and saw how Zokman’s eyes widened in surprise. “How dare you question my powers?” He asked angrily. “Do you need proof? I will show you one right now!” He dug a hand into a worn-out leather satchel in front of him to retrieve a fistful of what looked like fine sand, then he threw it into the fire. The substance produced a huge grey mist that became reflective like a

Chapter 3 Alessia's POV Honey introduced me to the town of Samona so I could get familiar. The town of Samona is a mixture of simplicity and luxury. The houses are made of wood and Japanese papers. They say, this culture was acquired from the Japanese, so it is not surprising that the houses in Samona look like this. It's no wonder that they know Japanese culture because they know countries on other continents. It's just weird here and people don't see it.