The Last Samurai Novels & Stories

" Thats ... impossible. ” Sam stood up with the Haunted Orphan in his hand and the Styng symbol glowing on his forehead . " You said it yourself, Felicia. We both have Styng blood in our veins. ” Sam said with a sadistic glee in his voice. ” Let’s see who deserves to be the last Styng left alive . ” ​

Samantha was alarmed by her appearance and couldn't help but ask, "Yurika, what happened to you? What did you do last night to end up like this?" Yurika collapsed onto the sofa, holding a pillow in her arms, yawning lazily. "Last night, I had a fierce battle with that scumbag. It exhausted me. I'm telling you, how can his stamina be so good? I felt like escaping after a whole night." Her words left Samantha thunderstruck, nearly dropping her jaw. "You, you and Nick last night?" Yurika didn't bother to hide it, nodding, "Yeah! We slept together last night!"

Until Nana is confused which one is good and which one is bad. "Oh come on... do you know the true meaning of rounin? No master's samurai, miss. I've had enough of being told by that Takahashi. So, this is the last time I do anything for him. Yes, I will eliminate you on his orders, Mister Takahashi Kensuke." The man's gaze turned sharp. Oho... it seems the little girl doesn't know anything about the sacred rules of a samurai. They have never betrayed or killed anyone. It was confirmed that the man was a fake samurai.

Part of his waist was already wrapped in a long cloth, and he felt much better. "Don't be stubborn, Gerald," Jimmy said, displeased. "Jenna is on her way here." Gerald didn't want to meet Jenna. Really. But if his vision started to blur like this... ***[]*** Sam growled angrily multiple times. He paced around the ward. Some of his men were receiving intensive treatment there. Two were severely injured by samurai strikes to their shoulders. Others mostly had gunshot wounds around their legs. Sam was sure that Gerald wasn't targeting the deaths of his men. He just wanted to cause chaos and free Bella.

Sidia was momentarily distracted by the work of art, but Marcus brought her attention back quite easily. "This shelf here contains all the works on the short sword, long sword, rapier, and scimitar. There are other sword types of course, but most of what Severus has collected has to do with the ones I mentioned. Feel free to peruse, and I will leave you to it, Your Grace." Marcus' tone suggested finality in their conversation, and for a moment, Sidia's chest tightened with disappointment. Had they really come all this way for nothing?

He smiled complacently. One of the men approaches me, they had arrived in black cars with dark glass late at night, they had the security key to the pontoon, and in addition to that they had black suits that identified them with a tattoo on their neck that had a triangle and a wolf howling inside it. My father loved wolves, maybe that's why he adopted me. A man shows me a Tablet while I get into the car, everything is done quietly and as fast as possible. They are all capable men and trained in the art my parents had taught him and that was killing.

He simply stepped back to the perimeter of the pit, crossing his arms over his broad chest, his piercing silver eyes tracking my every movement like an apex predator evaluating a test subject. Across the Colosseum, partially obscured by the flickering torchlight, Denzel Darkmoor leaned silently against a stone pillar. His dark eyes were fixed entirely on me, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets where my mother's silver locket rested. I was completely on my own. "Begin!" Hawthorne shouted, bringing his arm down in a sharp, swift arc. Before the professor’s hand even hit his side, Susan moved. She didn't hesitate or test my range; she charged with terrifying shifter speed, a blur of motio

I said, looking straight out at the sprawling city skyline below. “You built your entire kingdom on the foundation of my silent sacrifices. Now, I am the master of the board. And I am going to turn the machinery of your own ambition against you until there is nothing left of your name but ash.” Before he could utter another word, before he could deploy another desperate, broken corporate excuse, I brought my thumb down flat against the glass and definitively ended the call. I locked the screen, slid the phone into my drawer, and turned my complete focus back to the monitor.

He would definitely recognize me once he saw my picture. Roger shoved my ID up to the camera. I straightened as much as I could, silently pleading for Tyler to look closely. Tyler murmured. "Not bad. Pretty face. Just a little short-haired, almost boyish. And the name…" He squinted at the ID. "Bambi? Isn’t that a cartoon character?" Then he burst out laughing.

was the last thing I heard before her weak voice died to nothingness. Noooo. Zumiiiiii. Come back. I need you !! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Samantha’s POV