The Last Samurai Novels & Stories

I said, my voice cold and steady. “This ends now.” With one final, swift motion, I pulled the trigger. Samara fell to the ground, the blood spilling from her neck in a grotesque, final moment. She was gone. And with her, the nightmare that had haunted me for so long was over.

That was enough for Steven to stop and watch as I was dragged into the room by Jeremy, ignoring my pleading gaze. Jeremy pushed me onto the bed, pinning me down, his hands fumbling with my clothes. "Make babies! Make babies with my honey!" He stripped off his clothes, his pale, flabby body pressing down on me. I felt so disgusted that I wanted to throw up, yet no matter how much I hit him, it didn't seem to faze him at all. On top of everything, my injured leg was in so much pain that I couldn't move it. Outside, loud music blasted—a tradition when our group of friends gathered.

Murphy said and tried moving when his father stopped him. "No son, Silver bullets are only Available in China and the U.S.A" Kane said with Waverly voice. "What should I do?" Murphy inquired, panicking. "Kill me.." Kane said in a shaking voice, staring at his son who held him with his hands. His voice was croaking and he had just a few seconds to his Death. "Dad, I can't. I can't kill you!" Murphy said, whimpering in tears. "Do it now! It's now or never! If you kill me... You'll become the next Alpha" Kane said but Murphy wasn't buying what he was saying.

Swords clash furiously and I almost lose my grip until I realize that there's always an opening in the armor if it wasn't so dark I could find it "Fucking hell" Daniel groans using the last bullet in his gun. Before I know it both men are helping me and somehow the samurai is still not going down. The samurai tips my sword earning for both men to freeze as the edge of the Samurai sword stops ever so close to my neck "You've lost your touch little one," he says and I click my tongue earning a chuckle. I heavy breath trying to calm myself down "Your dad has been waiting for your arrival," he says lowering his sword. Recognizing his voice my shoulders relax a bit even though I know I'm in shit

"Hello, am I speaking with the lead technician for the deep-sea rescue?" The voice on the other end was steady and arrogant. It had been ten years, but I still recognized it. "That's me. Go ahead." My own voice was nothing like it used to be. A decade of deep-sea work, between the breathing equipment and the harsh conditions, had done irreversible damage to it. "Good. This is Griffin Lattimer, from Lattimer Maritime Group. I assume you've already reviewed the situation." He paused briefly. "Name your price."

Serena stood aside, close enough to be noticed. "Thank you all for being here tonight," Dante began, his voice amplified and warm. "Il Nido has been built on trust, on relationships, on the belief that what we build together outlasts what we build alone." "The past five years have taught me a lot about loyalty," he continued. "About who shows up when it matters and who does not. And I have come to realize that some people have been carrying more weight than I have acknowledged." He looked toward Serena. "There is one person in particular."

Theo’s golden eyes flickered dangerously under the torchlight. “Samantha,” he continued, “has confessed to murdering our late Luna, Rina—and to selling her child away shortly after.” The room erupted. Elders shot to their feet, their voices overlapping in outrage. “What!” “She killed Luna Rina?” “Sold the heir to our pack’s throne?” “How dare she!” The noise became a storm of fury and disbelief. Some of the warriors present were already halfway to the doors, ready to storm the waiting room where Samantha was being held.

The Last King. Still alive. Somehow. Some way. The giant king slowly stood. His armor shattered. His body covered in cracks. Yet he stood. Then he raised his broken spear. And charged one final time. BOOM! The monster turned. Just enough. Just for a second. Then the King slammed into its leg. The giant creature staggered. The entire island shook. Then Samuel looked down. Toward Thomas. Toward his son. And smiled. Again. Always that smile. Then:

Not yet, wait, we fight the first ones…the rest will let them fall in, she turned and gasped. There are too many. Salem opened it….and her hands were holding bows and arrows, my beast claws came out, and the fight began. Salem slammed his hands onto the ground as the circle on his back lit up; the earth started to split. We killed the remaining ones on our side as we watched the others fall into the abyss of the opening. Emily started to cry, as she was tired, missed her babies, and the last pack was scattered. Nolan held her close as I was petting my hair.

Paul interrupted him. “Attack him!” Max shouted in annoyance. The Samurai's with Max started running towards Paul. Paul quickly made his sword touch one of the immortals Samurai with the sharp edge of the sword which made him visible. “Kill everyone except the one I spoke too.” He ordered. The Samurai he had released nodded his head and ran towards the other Samurai's. He was very fast and before one could count up to 3, all the Samurai's lay on the ground in pieces. Max stood alone now and was surprised when he saw his comrades in pieces. Who ever this new Samurai is, he was dangerous. He turned to run away at least to escape and tell Philly what he saw when he saw Paul standing behind him.