Samurai Novels & Stories

The lights above the ring cast harsh shadows across his body, every muscle defined, every movement precise. His opponent towered over most men. Not over Kane. Not really. The man swung. Wild. Desperate. Kane moved like it was nothing. A shift. A step. Like he had already calculated everything before it happened. Mona's pulse quickened as she watched. This wasn't like anything she had seen before. This wasn't sport. This was control. The man lunged again. Kane slipped past it. And then— Impact. A right hook. Clean.

Akiko laughed again, this time more exuberantly, still under the influence of sake. “Samurai?” Kenji looked down at his own body, still dressed in a kimono and hakama. He certainly didn’t feel like a samurai. He often wore a hakama, but usually a simpler one—nothing as elaborate as what he was wearing today. The kimono in particular restricted his movements.

tall figure, all four of them hold those two injured men’s from their both hands, it was dark outside but there were many street light which were giving me clear view of that tall figure who stood above them, he was around 6’feet tall, with broad and muscular shoulder, I can clearly tell that by looking at muscles that were popping out of his short sleeve black cotton fitted shirt, his caramel tanned skin was complimenting his shirt color, he had shoulder length dark brownish black hairs which were loosely gelled, from side I could see he had a very sharp jaw line with thick beard and moustache, he was wearing deep blue colored denim and a Mojdi beneath that (Traditional Indian foot wear) j

My men surrounded the total environment, invading into the packhouse. Pressing my fingers on my temple, “The hunting group should hunt.” I mind-linked Poison. In seconds, howling filled the air as bones began to snap. My hunters shifted into their wolf forms as they began to hunt. They tore the flesh of everyone they could. Some of Leo’s men shifted, fighting off my men. It was an honor to watch them fight back when they were totally out numbered. The servants and slaves fled for their lives, searching for hiding places. But there was none. Nobody was to be spared.

I’m not a short woman but in front of him, I could never get an opportunity to say this. He was not from around here. He didn't looked like someone from here, he must be from the Asian mainland. He was tall with an athlete's body, and everything about him was just sharp. His monolid eyes were the darkest set of brown that some would believe that they were black, however, I was not a mere human being, the blood in my veins was of werewolves, so I could see his eyes were dark brown and were sharp. His nose was high and straight and sharp. It was adding another charm to his inevitable personality, that was screaming, I’m the boss here.

“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

Oh, that's why Samara smiles too much because she’s not mistaken, the man who's wearing a white shirt is hot and he was smiling while listening to them, maybe her crazy friend was making jokes because she knew how skilled at flirting her buddy was, even if she doesn't like them. Her friend was such an expert, damn! Will she lose? Nah. Nah. Nah. She wants that man wearing a white shirt. She wants to take him home! Damn! 'He’s fucking hot and I think his down there is huge too. Based on his figure, he looks half. ' He looks so simple yet captivating. She wants him, really.

the girl in ponytail said cheerfully and twirled. "What are you talking about?," Iktanne replied, completely baffled. The girls looked at her with a bit of confusion at her remark but wasn't bothered by it. "You see, Iktanne-sama, some of our relatives live in the northern province of Japan. Right now, our Empire's northern barracks have detected anomalies that involve about one and a half dozen of Giant bandits attacking villagers from there. Remember the sudden appearance of a tsunami a couple of weeks ago? General Gary of the North barracks sent a report to the Academy that those bandits were the ones responsible for that happening," the girl in pigtails explained.

- I asked softly. He flinches without saying anything. - Nobody will hurt you here, but to help you, I need answers. - My name's Sam, and I belong to the Blue River Pack. I knew that pack. We were allies. It was a small pack led by a good Alpha. - I'll call your Alpha to get you. My son whimpers, and I put my hand on his chest. - You are my son's mate. Do you know that? The boy nodded.

Yukito said looking at the henchman who is tied up. “Thanks Yuki-ni.” Kazuha said, looking at her school uniform before putting it back on. She then touched the bloodstain cut on it. He even evaded my senses. What kinds of martial arts can even evade my speed? She thought. “That guy is an assassin. And not just any assassin. He’s a Sagemaker.” Xianliang said. “Sagemaker?” Kazuha said.