Skyrim Sam Novels & Stories

It was beginning to outweigh the good. Leaning over Samantha's station, I found what resembled ice cream in crazy hues of orange and purple on her canvas. "Wow, that's a great use of color, Sam. I love your ice cream cone." The eight-year-old beamed excitedly and seemed pleased I knew what it was. I wrapped my arms around her, planting a kiss on her soft cheek. Samantha giggled and continued her painting.

"Let me talk to you real quick before we enter. I cannot stress enough that you cannot kill Sam. We still need him, but let him know that. Also, do not inject him with silver because he has been building immunity to it. If you cannot handle yourself, then you need to let me know now." "I got it," Chris replied with a determined look on his face. "Alright, I'm trusting you. Don't let me down." Amari said. "Yes, Lun...Amari." Amari nodded her head at the guards and was granted entry into the dungeon. She quickly led Chris to the cell at the end of the row. Sam's eyes widened as soon as he saw Chris. "Long time no see, huh?" Chris chuckled and rubbed his hands together in excitement. "Fu

Rhys and I had really kissed, and it felt like the world had shifted. Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice someone approaching until a shadow fell over me. I looked up to see a tall figure standing there. It took me a second to recognize him. It was Sam. His face was familiar. I heard he recently qualified to be a warrior and had moved back to the pack house. “Sam?” I said, still feeling light-headed from the kiss. “What are you doing here?” A part of me wanted to run and hug me but the sensible part of me knew that was not our current relationship stance.

I didn't recognize the demanding voice that escaped my mouth, and as we continued our way through clashing bodies, I saw fairies that belonged to all four elements do everything in their power to make us a clear path to safety. Senora My vision slowly returned as the painful electrical currents faded. The sounds of fighting no longer echoed around us, but the scent of death lingered in the night's air. Sam glared at me, his eyes containing a mixture of irritation and relief. "They did it, it's over. Your friend will be fine. I highly suggest we never meet again." I watched as Sam shifted back into his wolf and ran off, which I assumed was to make sure those he cared about were fine and help

Sam groaned from outside the room. “I'm coming!” He said a little loudly, glanced around the room to make sure that Liam hadn't left any trace of him. He hurried to the door and opened it. Sam stood there with his things. “Hey, Sam!” He tried to sound enthusiastic but failed. “What are you… what are you um… doing here?” “Nice to see you too, thank you,” Sam said sarcastically. “Sorry, it's just that I was a little surprised to see you here,” Luke defended, “Why did you come back?”

Their ambush hadn't even come close to succeeding. Sam's strength was beyond anything they had imagined. No one dared to take another step forward. With his foot still planted on the two purple-robed arcane seekers, Sam turned toward Aria. The anger in his eyes vanished, replaced by a proud grin. "Boss, I caught them! I told you I would. I won't let anyone hurt you!" Aria smiled. "Good job, Sam. Once we're done here, I'll buy you some meat." She knew Sam was strong, but she hadn't expected him to defeat so many Suncrest Sect apprentices alone, while also protecting both her and Landon. His strength easily placed him among the top figures in the arcane world.

're crazy," Dickson shouted. "He'll go straight to Crayons Arthur. He'll tell him everything.""That's the thought," Sama replied with a grim smile. "I want him to report to Crayons Arthur. I want him to report that his right-hand man had betrayed him. I want him to report that I'm back. And that I'm no longer that little girl. I want him to report that I'm coming for him. And I'm not coming with anyone but myself."Timothy stared at her, his fear subsiding to be replaced by a new, strange awareness. He was not a victim. He was a means to an end. A message in a bottle. A warning of war."You're going to let me go? Like that?" he faltered, amazement in his voice."Like that," Sama confirmed. "But

She explained, and he nodded, satisfied with the answer. "It's nice to meet you Emma." "Nice to meet you too, Gary." I replied. It almost felt like a crime, interacting civilly with a member of this bloodthirsty, murderous pack. He turned his attention to Samara. "Is the bræw ready?" He asked. She nodded, gesturing to the sealed drums. I watched in silence as they loaded it into a pick-up.

"He asked me to marry him!" Samantha screams through my cell phone speakers. My. World. Stops. I'm not sure if it's because Sam is my oldest and longest friend or if there is some other reason I freeze. I want to be excited by her news, but I'm not. "Congrats. That is so exciting. I'm happy for you, Sam." Fuck did I lie to Sam? Now I know something is wrong with me. This is Sam we're talking about. Samantha Laplow, with her long brown hair and soft blue eyes. She would make any man happy. But that man will, unfortunately, never be me.

“Sam, you know I am trustworthy. I know my place is with you. That is why I have not dated anyone or tried to talk to a male. Not unless it was you or Kota.” Samael stood up from his chair, flashing around the desk to stand behind me. Craning my neck back, I looked up into his bright blue eyes. I could see his amber flames sparkling within his irises. It sent an icy shiver down my back. Swallowing nervously, I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth to chew on it. A habitual act of mine. His gaze flickered down to my lips before a low growl rumbled in the back of his throat. Samael reached out, placing his fingers on my bottom lip to tug it from between my teeth.