Arcangel Samael Novels & Stories

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

I, on the other hand, couldn't fathom how Eros was so oblivious to the flirting that he had gotten several times during the day. Giving Samson a pout Eros muttered that he was no fun but snickered, “It was Tuzel!” “He was banished to live his life as a mortal demon on earth so he bought himself a business and sells vintage clothing now. I felt bad and gave him a big tip,” he added. Faro choked out the drink he had taken and said, “You felt bad? What is going on with you?!” Samson pointed to me and snorted, “She is giving him feelings.”

And yet now, after two innocent encounters with one forbidden redhead, he found himself risking everything. If my father finds out I'm fraternizing with the enemy, he'll skin me alive, Layon realized, yet a part of him was even angrier at himself for thinking of Angel as the enemy. She was just as much a victim of her father's actions as his father had been, if not more so. Lester Silverdale was stronger than ever, his legacy almost secured, and he never spoke of Axel. Yet Angel was clearly struggling every day to make ends meet, emotionally and physically drained.

Azael’s laughter ceased abruptly. “Well, are you loyal, Samael?” His voice became deep and threatening as he demanded an answer from me. “And if so, who are you loyal to?” He rested against the desk and folded his huge arms across his chest. The guy was built like a tank. He had the type of body that any man would die for. Or take steroids, for at least. I could have kicked myself. I had forgotten he could read every vampire's thoughts as Selene did with werewolves. I'd forgotten to block him out, although if I had done that, he'd be more suspicious than he already was. I got down on one knee and bowed my head. “I am loyal to only you, my Lord.”

This made his Father laugh. Samael, the Angel of Death, the guardian of hell, the one who has the ultimatum for all the sinners, is Lucas’s Father. “I am amazed by how you got my…dubious trait,” he said, with so much amusement in his tone. Lucas turned around and walked to his chair, trying to control himself. “What are you doing, Son? Isn’t this the time that you try to push me and throw me back to hell? Why are you hesitating?”

- said the angel on the right, named Orphamiel. - Exactly, you must have been curious yourself, otherwise you would have resisted more.- added Razael, standing on the left. - Okay, take it easy guys.- Rathanael turned gently to them. - There's no point in arguing, since you're already here anyway.- Saraqael said, looking at those three like a mother on her mischievous children.- Please, be more serious, you belong to the Scarlet Roses after all. You're good at your job, but sometimes you act like children.- she sighed, then turned her head to Esther.- Meet your colleagues, they're Orphamiel, Anahel and Razael.- Saraqael introduced them, pointing from right to left.- Their main task is to bri

Isabella said annoying Camila "What is wrong with you? Are you for me or against me? You know what? The reason why I failed is because I have an enemy for a friend. A devil who calls herself my best friend but only works against me. Wait, are you helping the Carters?" Camila asked "Camila, you don't see it when someone cares about you, do you? If I am not supporting any of your plans is because I know it will not bring you happiness," Isabella said getting down to of bed and standing on the other side of the bed facing Camila.

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

Just as Aphelion started lowering his head towards mine, another hand pulled me away from his; while Aphelion's skin was hot and felt like the sun was kissing it, this man's touch brought a chill to my skin. I looked toward the face of the man who was grabbing me, and my heart skipped a beat. It was him, the one who had blue flames covering his entire body. "You were covered in flames when we first met, but your touch sends shivers through my body," I said, taking him by surprise. He pulled me into his arms, lifting my chin before covering my lips with his. "I can still make your insides burn with want for me." He said once he pulled back, grinning at me, a dimple appearing on his cheek, "By

When she caressed him and looked into his eyes, he could have sworn to do anything for her, and he probably would have if not for Marcos interrupting them. 'I guess I should thank him for that' he thought as he looked sideways at the brooding man. Marcos was clenching the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were white, his jaw was clenched and his eyes were squinted. Xavier felt threatened by the waves of anger coming off Marcos. Before they started the drive, Marcos had simply said, "I just need one wrong move as an excuse and you will be dead. Please, don't disappoint."