Samurai Purple Novels & Stories

Peter shouted without looking at them since he's still trying to make the purple spirit energy disappear. The leader and his allies were shocked to see someone was able to stop purple spirit energy The leader looked at Peter and he thinks he is a purple cultivator since he can stop his spirit energy. "Are you stupid?! You can't defeat them all!” Soheila yelled from behind. “Even if you're a Purple Cultivator, you can't defeat 3 Indigo and Cyan cultivators with an additional of the leader.” She continued, only them could hear.

Who at death's door looks so relaxed? There's no trace of fear or terror on his face, there are no visible wounds or traces of self-defence, just a pure smile spread across his face. "Don't touch the body, kid. An ambulance is on its way. Our job here is done." I roll my eyes at the voice of Jamie behind me. I need to talk to Mr. Smith about this.

he crossed his arms and started towards the door and I ran up to him. "What are you, Nekane," I asked incredulously and he smiled and told me,"Tuoni." Nekane was a Death God and my mate. I knew it and he knew it. The question was did either of us truly want the other. I backed away from him and he used his magic to have me turn back around. "Look at me Skye," he ordered. I looked up at his strange purple eyes and said,"what?" He said he was going to go bring more food so the children were healthy.

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.

My people were huddled together near the gate, looking scared and confused, while Marrek was waving a piece of parchment around like it was a holy relic. Suddenly, a girl broke away from the crowd and started walking toward us. She didn't look like the other omegas; she looked tough, with messy hair and deep, jagged scars running across her arms and collarbone. Rook immediately stepped forward, his hand going to his weapon as he got ready to fight her off, but she didn't look like she was attacking. She stopped a few feet away from Kael and me, her eyes locked on mine. She didn't look at Kael, and she didn't look at the council. Then, to everyone’s absolute surprise, she dropped to one knee

There's no way this is true. Absolutely no way. Samien was mine. Mine alone.