Seven Samurai Novels & Stories

Yasuda stuttered, watching the scene unfold, filled with sorrow and anger. "Fifty billion! I'll release these people, or they'll all end up like him," Kiran said coldly. Yasuda, feeling safe on the other side of the phone and beyond the reach of danger, shouted back furiously, "Dream on! I won't give you a penny. I want you to kill..." Ah… Another samurai's scream interrupted him, followed by another familiar scene of death. "I don't want to die!" Finally, one of the samurai couldn't take the pressure anymore and began to cry and beg Kiran for mercy.

Tom pointed at the barren apartment. “Eve and Jordan have seven years of history together. “We’ve all seen how Eve’s been with Jordan these past seven years.”

Kenzo Harusame laughed abruptly and said, “You don’t have to provoke me. Now that I’m here, there's no way for me to go home empty-handed.” As soon as he said that, Kenzo leaped down from the top of the deck. He then jumped into one of the speedboats below. “Samurai of the Harusame family! Listen to my order! All of you! Let’s kill all the enemies and set Holy Tiger free!” “Yes!”

Chest heaving, I tighten my fist around the knife as each man moves to surround me. The bald one, who I shall call “stupid mother fucker number one, or SMFNO for short,” moves closer and stretches his hand out to touch me. “Well, now you’ve hurt our feelings, little girl. I guess we’ll have to make you then.” Before he can reach me, I clamp my hand around his wrist and twist it up. His cry of pain blends with his friend’s cry of outrage. Take a guess what I call this one? If you said, “stupid mother fucker number two (SMFNT),” you’re right? Congrats!

"He asked me to marry him!" Samantha screams through my cell phone speakers. My. World. Stops. I'm not sure if it's because Sam is my oldest and longest friend or if there is some other reason I freeze. I want to be excited by her news, but I'm not. "Congrats. That is so exciting. I'm happy for you, Sam." Fuck did I lie to Sam? Now I know something is wrong with me. This is Sam we're talking about. Samantha Laplow, with her long brown hair and soft blue eyes. She would make any man happy. But that man will, unfortunately, never be me.

A strikingly good-looking killer. I sat under a lush fig tree with Borracho, who was still sleeping close to him the entire time I was there. I had no notion what we were waiting for or why we hadn't arrived at the primary towers of the three lanes, which were respectively referred to as Shita, Senta, and Appu. If we did not move fast and establish a presence in those watch towers, our adversaries might immediately destroy Camp Septen. A deafening rustling sound emanated from the direction of the tree where the samurai were sitting. Perhaps the man had already taken the leap. It turned out that I wasn't imagining things since the next thing I know, his boots were lying on the ground.

The gleaming samurai sword rendered them completely helpless. "Where do you think you're going?" Eland asked with a wicked grin. "Do you think you can escape from me, huh?" ***[]*** Sam was trained for five years to fight when there's an intruder. At the age of seven, he was already skilled in using blunt weapons, including a staff. He had mastered the art of incapacitating opponents, even with improvised weapons. And if he were equipped with a knife or pistol, his opponents would undoubtedly be helpless.

And now that Yuri could take a closer look at him, she saw that this Sam guy was handsome in a way, with that silver hoop-like earring in his left ear, and the long length of his hair – which almost reached his shoulders, with his hair dyed a golden-brown. “You’ve acted a little out of line,” said Sam, almost growling. “You know very well that you are not supposed to go after any of the Phantoms unless it is an order! Kami is not pleased with you. Either you come back with me peacefully, or I’ll kill you myself right here.” “What is this? Fighting amongst friends?” said a voice, and Yuri turned only to see Selina walking from around a corner and standing beside her, Vigrid out and in its ful

Being the greedy creature it was, the Hip Samurai Vampire set its sights on the fattest of the puffballs and screeched in delight as it dropped its altitude drastically towards its prey. Alarmed but unable to evacuate the danger zone quickly enough, the puffballs hopped into each other in a stampede of uncoordinated rolling fungi. Zen felt pity for these clumsy monsters but remained hidden. It wasn’t time to emerge yet. “Skree!” As the sunglasses samurai monster spread its jagged-edged veil to slow its descent and sink those sharp wings into the tender zombie flesh, Zen aimed his dagger at the exposed underside beneath the veil and threw it with every intent to kill it with one strike.

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--