Samurai X Yahiko 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.

But I couldn’t afford to give in to that. Suddenly, a sharp laugh broke through the silence, piercing the tension in the air. Lady X stepped out from the shadows, her eyes glinting with that same cold, calculating look I had come to recognize all too well. There she was, always lurking, always waiting for the perfect moment to strike. "I see the great Alpha Ryu has claimed you, Samantha," Lady X purred, her voice dripping with venom. Her gaze flickered over me, then back to Ryu. "But don’t think for a second that you’ll ever be good enough for him."

The clearing glowed with the twinkling fairy lights that adorned every tree, and the torches that had been lit along the path to illuminate the participants' way. Brand stood in front of the Yggdrasil feeling like his throat was being constricted by a stiff collar rather than a soft tunic. He wore a bearskin over one shoulder to symbolize strength and protection. He was also glad of its warmth as the first snows had started to fall just in the last week. He huffed as Brodi clapped him on the shoulder. "Nervous yet?" he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested.

The infuriated hunters burst into a frenzy and started attacking everything in their sight, they were unable to tolerate the disrespect and disgrace that they were showered with. At first glance, it looked like the hunters were doing some significant damage, but after a few minutes customers began to notice that not much was being done on the side of the hunters. Meanwhile on Yamato's end, he was stopping every single attack that went into every direction. there was no attack from the hunters that hit their target, not even stray bullets. Yamato was a master at water manipulation. He could manipulate water at a molecular level with utmost accuracy and he knew how to use it against all kinds

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.

The teacher gave an eye roll. Sam faked a horrified look. I faced Tess, who was smiling at me. "Where are you from? You look Mexican." she grinned, show casing pristine, white teeth. "You guessed right! I'm a Mexican Italian." "Mexican Italian? And your surname is snow?" came Sam's mortified question. "it's actually 'Tessa Marietta Arellano Rossi. Most people don't like the name so it was changed to 'snow'." she shrugged.

No, it couldn’t be… The large beast flapped its serpentine wings above her head as it came in for a landing. It’s scales took on the color of honey, shining like mirrors in the sun, and it landed with the grace of a blue heron, as it’s onyx talons clacked against the concrete patio. Madchen gasped as the beast shook it’s shiny scales, and sitting atop its head were two beautiful black horns. Ruby eyes blinked in the morning mist, eyes that looked vaguely familiar to her.

The other two having joyfully accepted the offer, Banzayémon ran downstairs, and went up to the strange Samurai and saluted him, saying-- “I pray you to wait a moment, Sir Samurai. My name is Fuwa Banzayémon at your service. I am a Rônin, as I judge from your appearance that you are yourself. I hope you will not think me rude if I venture to ask you to honour me with your friendship, and to come into this tea-house to drink a cup of wine with me and two of my friends.” The strange Samurai, who was no other than Sanza, looking at the speaker through the interstices of his deep bamboo hat, and recognizing his enemy Banzayémon, gave a start of surprise, and, uncovering his head, said sternly--

Even the lords of the Kazakares and the giants of Humshu island attended. Lord Yokohama Yokozuna came dressed in the red armor of his clan. The Yokozuna is a clan of big dark-haired people with an even bigger temper to go with their body weight, this earned them the nickname "raging canons" among enemies and companions alike. Their beasts, the Maitzu are huge-shelled creatures. This allowed them to be able to build structures on their backs and attack from them. A raging Maitzu is unstoppable and no building can stand in its way for long. The Yokozuna clan is the best infantry in all of the human kingdoms and arguably the best in the whole of Mundillum.

“You do know I don’t lose, right?” Xavier raised a brow. “We’ll see.” Three moves later—checkmate. Joy stared at the board, slack-jawed. “You suck.” “You say that like it’s new.” Samuel stepped in next with two longswords, tossing one with a flick of his wrist. It sailed toward Xavier. He caught it midair, the blade still humming. “Where the hell did you get these?” Xavier asked, examining the make. Samuel grinned, stretching. “Long story.”