The Last Samurai Audiobook Novels & Stories

"Jessica, do your best out there. Don't make our unit look bad." I saluted him. "I won't let you down, sir!" "Alright, get going." Mr. Hall waved me off, sounding almost annoyed. As I turned away, I caught a glimpse. The veteran who had never cried on the battlefield was quietly wiping his face as he looked to the side. – That night, Samson and Celia came home with a bunch of friends. The house was quiet and dark, and Samson was already getting irritated. When he turned on the light and saw the table covered with food, his mood finally softened.

Sammy attempts to scream out in horror and pain once again but finds that she is still unable to speak. Suddenly, the pain begins to fade, and Sammy hears, "We apologize for the discomfort, Samantha. It will all be over with shortly." Sammy quickly realizes that what she is hearing is actually in her head, as if she was thinking to herself, but it wasn't her voice speaking. She looks to the creatures, questioning if she was actually just spoken to telepathically when the red one tilts its head slightly as to signal it was the one that was just speaking to her.

He couldn't fathom where Sam had obtained the recordings that were truly terrifying for Alfred to hear. "I'm telling you this not to support it, Old Man." Sam reached for the object he had previously played with. He pocketed it quickly and switched to another cigar that he once again enjoyed. "David, could you fetch me your best wine?" David, who had been in the room where the boss and leader of the Twin Dragons were talking, glanced at his master. There was a nod, indicating that Sam wanted to speak privately. He made sure Sam wouldn't do anything strange. Alfred also wasn't afraid to face Sam directly. Although he would definitely be physically overpowered, this was his home. His residence

Then his voice came through, laced with smug amusement. “Well, well, Emma,” he drawled, as if he were expecting my call, “Took you long enough. I was beginning to think you’d lost your nerve.” I exhaled sharply, keeping my voice steady even though my fingers trembled slightly, “This is your last chance Sam. Come out now, surrender. It’s over.” There was a pause, then a chuckle. “Over?” He repeated the word like it was some kind of joke, “You really think you have me cornered? That I’ll just walk out with my hands up, begging for mercy?”

I heard the sound of a chair shifting and imagined Sam standing from his chair. The sound got louder as heavy footsteps approached. “What’s that? What happening—“ “WHAT IN THE FREAKING WORLD!” Sam’s voice interrupted mine as screams echoed from the other side. “WHERE ARE MY FUCKING WARRIORS? BETA—“ The noises clashed with each other, making it hard to listen and focus on a particular voice. I pressed the phone closer to my ears, my heart racing in my chest. “Alpha Sam, what the hell is happening? Alpha Sam—“

Rexius began slowly, in his deep, gravelly voice, “…the chicken comes home to roost.” He breathed deeply. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for centuries. I should kill you now, just for making me wait so long.” Sam was not intimidated; instead, he felt a fresh dose of rage rise up within him. He could tear this man apart. How dare he—or any man—talk to him that way. “And I should kill you for speaking to me this way,” Sam responded, snarling, beginning to walk forward. But he felt Samantha’s reassuring hand stop him, hold his shoulder, and he hesitated.

"And I'm craving dessert once more." Sam's beard shone in the light of the flames as he narrated another story of their ancestors' adventures from long ago while sitting in front of the fire in the living room. Lucian threw his arm around Ravena and drew her close to the couch, and for the first time in her life, she truly felt like a member of the pack. Carol sat on the floor next to Tom, enthralled by Sam's tales, her blue eyes wide with astonishment, as Leidolf sipped another beer in one of the seats. Silva brought out another tray of beverages, and Ravena's father fell asleep in his wheelchair.

“Alpha, the rogues have ran off. There are few who have surrendered that’s why we wanted to asked you if we can take them as prisoners or we can pursue the enemies on the run?” My teeth are grinding inside my mouth as I watched Derek holding Sam in his arms, trying to comfort her as her breathing is almost fading away. Her eyes lost their luster and not focused anymore, I took her hand and tried squeezing it for a sign of survival but she did not respond. Instead, she took in her one last breath and give up the strength of a wolf. Sam did not even have the chance to say her last words.

my rescuer yelled as he dragged him further away from me. He walked towards the light where I finally recognized him. The samurai! It really was him! "What am I going to do with you, hmm?" he asked the Emperor. "Let him go, please don't hurt him!" I intervened. The samurai looked at me. In a rusty voice he said: "Why should I?". "It... it's bad enough what's happened so far, there's no need to make it worse," I stammered, burying my face in my hands.

one of the voices spoke, causing him to jump, "this is the guy?" "Apparently so," another replied. "Dean does like em pretty," "Or he gives a good pounding. I hear Dean likes getting pounded," "Is that what it was with the last one?" "Yeah, but that one didn't stay around nearly as long as this one," Sam tried to keep track of the voices in the room, but without being able to see, there was really no way for him to tell. The voices just kept talking and he couldn't hear enough of a difference to discern between them.