Skyrim Sam Novels & Stories

“My name is Sam. I am the son of the Green Lake’s Alpha. You can call me Sammy. I am going to live with you from now on.” Amelia cried without making any sound. Tears streamed down from the corners of her eyes. “Nice to meet you, too,” she said, reaching out her trembling little hand to him. “I am Amelia, the daughter of the Blue Forest Alpha. You can call me … Amy.” Sam smiled. He held her little hand, then wrapped it in his big, warm palm. “I feel like I am already in love with you, Amy. I promise we will be happy,” he said.

“Come on, you know you don’t like blood on your shirt.” “You’re trying to make me laugh,” Amber said, her eyes clearing. “Is it working?” Sam stepped forward. She took Amber in her arms. “He’ll pay for the pain he caused, directly or indirectly, but first we have to go see him.” Sam kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her mouth. “We’ll make sure he pays.” “Okay.” Amber shuddered. “I’m sorry.” “No need baby. I love all of you, even the scary part.” Amber did laugh then. She knew Sam had a strange affection for her Lycan and dark side.

Sam says, “how are you?“ he asked, “am fine but disappointed in you” 'Tara says, “how could you collect a such huge amount from his brother, do you want them to suspect me, this game is about ending and you want to put me into trouble” 'Tara says, “stop bothering yourself on minor issues, I want to build up trust, just wait and see,” Sam says,

Caine asked with a sly smile. "You know he did," Sammy said. "What did you say to him to make him so scared?" Caine pressed his finger to his nose. "It's a secret." "So... how come you didn't forgive him?" Damien wanted to know. "I don't know." Sammy looked out of the window, eyes glazing as he focused on some point in the distance. "I just... went into a... a sort of trance. I knew he wasn't genuinely sorry." Damien stood abruptly, knocking the books off the bed. He wore a wide, dopey grin as he paced the room. "Yes, it's working. It's the spell. He's guiding us."

{SAMANTHA’S POV} Samantha raced the BMW on the outskirts of Boston, Sam in the passenger seat beside her, heading along the highway towards Salem. She was increasingly annoyed at the growing difficulty in finding his dad. She’d been sure, when she’d seen those Facebook messages, when Sam had told her with such excitement that he’d been in touch with him, that this would be easy. She would just take him to his dad’s house, and from there it would be a direct path to the sword.

No other lives would be taken; no more souls would be lost in the name of a sick and twisted dark magick. Then Samyak said, “Everything is going to be okay now, isn’t it?” and his aura bloomed gold, bursting from within him, unmarred by the thick, black lines of before. His eyes shone, backlit by his soul, and I wondered if this meant he was lying. “You mean that?” I whispered, the tears making the wind’s chill catch on my cheeks.

said Eskyrlious with a threatening expression which no one had ever seen before . The proud and arrogant leader Samara was feeling for the first time the hands of death holding her throat , ready to chop her head off from her body . " Cough......Ahhhhh...........I......apologize , your.....your highness . " said leader Samara who found it difficult to breathe from the pressure Eskylrious was inflicting on her .

Hello everyone :)... I want to kindly apologise for delayed update. I was supposed to update in every 2 days but something came up so I am uploading today... Sorry💛💙 ★———————————————★ Sam's POV* It is so cold here? Where I am? I feel I am drowning deep…. I can’t see anything. It is so dark here… I want to get out from here but I can’t move my hand and lags feels like I am paralyzed…

a familiar voice chuckles just ahead of me in the darkness of the forestry; my blood turning cold as without needing to see him, I already know who’s somehow managed to find me tonight, “-if you insist.” A crazed appearing Sam walks out from the shadows - stepping out brazenly into the steady stream of false light breaking through the treeline from the overturned vehicle on the road, smiling wickedly towards me as he raises his dirtied hand and waves his fingers slowly in turn in my direction while a seething hate burns savagely within his eyes as if they were the pits of hell themselves. “Have you missed me?” he cruelly asks, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Sam says, breaking the awful silence and my unearthly imagination. "Thank you, Samantha." Liam smiles. "I hope you two had a smooth ride here." He regards me this time. And it's now that I notice he has a British accent. How charming! Sam answers, "It was okay. Although I slept the whole way. But I know someone who enjoyed all the scenery." She shoots me a glance, a mischievous smile on her nude lips. With that, Liam's eyes rest on me as he asks, "Is Yellowstone to your liking, miss-- ?"