Samurai X Novels & Stories

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.

Grunts, howls, and chirping of the rouges and hunters from the forest as they are preparing for the war. The queen and king of rouges were waiting for another scream as they thought of victory. “With the birth of the Blue Moon Pack’s heir, I am eager to kill them all. “The king of the rouges announced it as their troops started to scream. “Kill! Kill! Kill!” They are repeating every word that the king of rouges tells them. With that small victory, they were chanting. They didn’t even notice how their defenses were starting to fail.

Samuel, with gentle strength, supported Sasha, guiding her through the entrance to the healing realm. Within the sanctuary's sacred grounds, Sasha's wounds, both visible and hidden, were tended to with care. Samuel, his paws and heart steady, became her steadfast companion, offering a listening ear and a comforting presence. Together, they embarked on a journey of healing, where the scars of the past could be soothed and transformed into stories of resilience.

Jim was getting bored watching Cassie and Mitch staring at each other awkwardly. Jim needed to see some action, some telenovela shit go down, werewolf style. So he made the first move, since Mitch was looking like an idiot with drool wetting his chin and pre-cum wetting the front of his pants. Jim could smell the fool's arousal. It was disgusting.

' Riley says convincingly. 'Fine, what ever you say shrink' Stewart huffs as he leaves the room. Riley takes a moment to go back through Dee's files and notes, she was only 16 when she met Blake Samuels, he was 21, was she too young and nieve to understand what type of man he is? Or was? Or was she smart enough to be part of his criminal dealings? Either way, Riley struggled to put her finger on why someone like Dee was with someone like Blake.

His attention drawn at what appeared to be events that were far from being a result of coincidence. “Man, I said —” “Saw a xiene,” Jimmy beat him to it. “What?” “A xiene. I saw one.” He turned around, and there was the look of incredibility on Sam's face. “I mean it. All these time, I’ve been, quote on quote, moody, I’ve actually been battling with the revelation. A xiene is among us.” Sam blinked. Mouth slightly open. Then, broke out laughing. “I'm serious. I’m dead serious. Do I look like I’m joking?”

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." "

Robbie answers in a low voice for some reason, and I involuntarily lower my voice too. — Samurai? Is that a surname or a nickname? - No, it's just a nickname. He's Slate - Why Samurai? - Who knows, he’s the boss’s security chief. Our boss is Tim, which means Samurai is Frost's head of security. What if I really am a prisoner? Can I even leave the house?

SAMIEN'S POV I stood still watching my world crash before my very eyes. Everything I had worked so hard to achieve in the last three months had come crashing on me. Hot tears burned my cheeks, the words of the council's head replaying in me. This was the end for me. Not just the end. This was shame! Pain! Humiliation. “Long time no see, Samien!” Vesperus said sarcastically, disrupting my thoughts. I raised my head to her, my hands tightened into fists.

I scoff. The sharp scent of cigarette smoke reaches me, and that’s when I really look at the man Xander cheated with. He’s sprawled on the table, utterly unbothered, still naked, legs spread casually as he takes a drag. His dirty blond hair falls into his dark green eyes, eyes that make my skin crawl. There’s a tattoo on his torso, one that resembles a wolf howling at a full moon. Shit. It can’t be… right? ‘He’s just like us, Sammie,’ Tania says through our mind link, making her presence known. ‘but he’s different. He has the blood of the cursed one.’