Sunflower Samurai Novels & Stories

Her nose flaring like a bull glaring at a red flag. “Oh, and in case you forget, I always had way better cards hiding up my sleeve. Mind if I show you one?” Amy claps her hand twice and everyone goes silent when Tod walks up to her side. He was taller than Cameron, making him look small and pathetic compared to Tod.

freedom. Before I can get control of him, Samson takes over and goes racing to find his mate.

But Sam leaped swiftly toward the plants, pulling out five cards from his deck. “He’s using the spider Insane too?” Shirley asked herself. Sam reacted back his arm and threw the cards at the dryads. Each card constructed jackal like spirits that devoured the fly traps on contact. This allowed Sam to thrust through the air without an opposition and stab Shirley in the chest with the end of this staff. “Spider in sane, huh?” Sam nickeled as he twist his staff inside, the dryaid Catchy.” Shirley grabbed the haunted orphan struggling to pull it out but was only met with a crippling shock that slowly poisoned her Venus fly trap construct.

"I'm no longer a cop Ituen, you just calm down." Then Sami stood up, he stood back up and prepared another gazoba for him to blow up the enemy base. "That's why I'm going to destroy this place anyway because I don't need to have morals right now!" Bomb! The side of the base exploded, and they Ituen and Sami were attacked. "Are you crazy?" "This world has gone so crazy that even wolves can become humans!" Sami who returned to hide in the trees, then continued to replenish the ammunition she had to stay afloat, fortunately no enemy bullets penetrated Ituen's body and also Sami.

"With Sam here, we just need to sit back and enjoy the show. He'll take care of everything." Aria glanced up lazily. "You're right. We can't let this watermelon go to waste. We'll probably finish it right when this whole thing ends." The moment she said that, Firth positioned himself behind his disciples. "Surround him and attack in pairs!" Sam stood in the middle of everyone and simply closed his eyes. When the first pair charged at him, his body flickered like a shadow, moving faster than the eye could follow. Sam dropped two more people and turned to the rest. "Forget about pairing up. All of you should attack me at once. Boss told me not to waste time here."

The plateau felt like a graveyard, its pulse heavy, as if the Iron Veil’s heart beat within the monolith, demanding blood to sate its hunger. Samantha Lykos stood at the plateau’s edge, her crescent-tipped staff gripped tightly, its oak scarred but steady, silver tip flashing in the storm’s faint glow, a beacon of defiance. Her auburn hair was braided, snow and blood matting its strands, framing green eyes that blazed with fury, undimmed by Veyra’s escapes or the pack’s wounds. Her leather vest was torn, thigh bandage soaked, crescent moon tattoo pulsing silver on her collarbone, a war cry in her veins. The iron scent was a blade, the monolith’s hum a challenge, her pack’s fire her strength.

She looked around but no one was there. “Mom!” She immediately ran into the house and called her mom right after she came inside. Mrs. Wilson went out of her room. “Why?” She asked curiously. “Did you see who brought the sunflowers here?” asked Sam who was thrilled. “No, where did you get it?” Mrs. Wilson was confused. Sam did not respond as she saw a note on it. ‘Sammy, you know what’s best for you. Take care of yourself. I’ll be seeing you soon.

Sam has less life in him now than he had when he lifted Cilia up the other time. "I'm asking you, bastards! Where is the fireball you stole?" He chuckled, observing their mood. "If I ask that question again, I promise that one of your heads would go for an answer!" He spat, and the shock on the faces of Sam and Ben turned into grimaces of shock. He smirked, his eyes glinting as he returned to more inane thoughts. "Gosh! Where is the damn ball of flames? And where is that headless, one eyed guy with the knife?" He flung his arm, sneering, towards his soldiers. Who knows what was running through his mind right now, I'd be tempted to knock it out of him, or chop his head off, if I could.

“...Then show me the Strength of Tier 6 existence!..Thousand Cherry Blossoms..Scatter!..” Unlike in the manga where I copied the technique, mine was much more brutal and even more savages then anything that a swords skill should do in the world of Fantasma. The entire area of 500 meter radius around me, suddenly filled with a flowing, raining and dancing beautiful pink sakura flower petals, and in the sky there were countless blazing pink samurai swords hovering around, hanged on the sky only waiting for me to enacted my will for any of it to move at my beckon will. “...Flowers?…for a King you do have a niche taste for an attack…!!!…DON’T TOUCHED THE FLOWER PETALS!!…”. (Kulak)

"Brandur is one. You remember he is called The Destroyer?" She fought back the gratifying smile that tugged at her lips with his growing unease. Maybe she could scare him enough into abandoning his plan and tell her where baby Brand was before the wolves caught up to them. "And they are not just regular wolves," she continued. "They are the size of the legendary Dire wolves. Brand's wolf comes almost up to my shoulder on his flat feet. His teeth are as fearsome as the Háhyrnir (killer whale) that roamed our sea."