Arcangel Samael Novels & Stories

“That’s my woman. You are nothing compared to her.” Vincenzo stared at me for a full thirty seconds. Then suddenly, he burst into laughter, bending forward as he laughed uncontrollably. “This is too good.” He wiped tears from the corners of his eyes. “But you’re wrong. She’s not your woman.” He took a pause before spelling it out, “She’s your enemy.” My breathing hitched. Pain shot through the severed fingers on my left hand, spreading through my entire body. My voice came out hoarse. “Enough. Tell me, how do I make Rachel come back to me?”

My hand reaches for Caelith’s by reflex, and he holds it tight. His warm fingers wrap around mine, and only then do I notice I’m trembling. In front of us, a light shaped roughly like a person — probably Gabriel, from what Samiel told me days ago. Behind the archangel who speaks for them, the other six stand aligned, seeming to wait for his command. To the left, Samiel and Malakhi. To the right, Azrion wears a venomous smile beside three other brothers I choose not to look at.

With that, I greeted them with a wide smile. "Hello, good morning lovely human beings! College and yet still lazy? Are you really just planning to be a freeloader at home and not make an effort? Good thing an English Mage is here, Naenia Lovercraft! Your certified ghostwriter and academic commissioner!" I said sweetly and approached them and even gave them a light kiss on the cheek.

Simona helped Samuel tie a stone as a weight to Camelia's leg so that no one would find Camelia's body. Samuel and Simona are demons in the form of angels. For the sake of wealth and the throne, they were willing to take the lives of others. They don't care about God's destiny; for them, God doesn't exist! They will become a wealthy couple. Samuel will be a billionaire, and Simona will be the queen accompanying Ronan Samuel Philips. "Goodbye dear, go to hell with your parents. The two of us will follow after we've had our fill of traveling to heaven on earth," was the last word Samuel said after pushing Camelia's body into the ravine and falling to the bottom of the sea.

I demanded, suddenly feeling so aggravated, why was life being unfair to me like this, what did I do wrong, who did I offend, why was I the one being punished for a crime I didn't commit? He hissed and crossed his leg over the other. "Believe me, I'm not your regular angel, why do you think you can see me, I'm special!" He smirked and I cringed. As I looked at the so-called angel on my bed, wearing a naughty grin that beckoned me to flee and never look back, I shook my head, a faint giggle departing my lips. "You know what, you're not real, I'm just dreaming again, I'll wake up in the morning and you'll be gone," I convinced myself. This couldn't be true; there was no way I'd encounter an an

This seems odd and Angelica wanted to know the reason for their argument. "Why are you so wicked? Angelica wouldn't forgive you if she finds out what you are planning to do." Pamela spat out. "And I don't fucking care. She will never get angry at her father because if she finds out what am planning to do, she will give her life for my happiness. You very well know how much she loves me" Gerald pouted. Pamela gave him a menacing gaze, she didn't just know how to convince this man to change his evil plan against his daughter. Angelica is never worth evil things, she's just an innocent girl who craves to be loved by people and now her father is planning to kill her, sacrificing her blood to the

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱ Amber eyes, short hair. I’d still be able to recognize that face anywhere. "I hope you’ll be able to forgive me for being late," he said as he bowed in front of me. Samael. The angel Samael. No. The fallen angel - Samael. The one who fell not by choosing a side but by his own crimes in the midst of an internal war.

"Azeazel was a great Archangel but he has committed many acts of betrayal in recent years, he also consorted with those of the other side on many occasions, that resulted in deaths of innocent beings, these acts were paid for in angelic blood used to make his consorts that much stronger, these are grave offenses of the highest order, these acts cannot be allowed to stand and they must not continue The creator has been made aware of what has been done and justice will be served you and your mate are now under the protection of" The church doors suddenly slammed open azeazel stood there he was furious "what have you done" he roared angrily he was bleeding energy his wings unfurled to their max

Lucan, the beast, roared from within, his power merging with Samael’s true self, Lucifer, the fallen archangel. Samael breathed as some memories of the past revealed in his mind, his voice echoing with the authority of his past life. “I am Lucifer.” Memories long buried began to surface, memories of his fall from grace, of the heavens, of the war he once fought as an archangel. For the first time in centuries, Lucifer was fully awake, and the weight of his identity crashed over him. “I remember…” Samael’s eyes burned with ancient knowledge, and Lucan snarled in the background, his presence entwining with Morgan’s.

I gave up and drop my body again. “Well, I am once a human being,” she said. Wait. What? I sat again and study if she is serious and yes she is. “You mean you are a soul now?” “Sort of. I’m more on some guardian. Angelo gave me this task looking after you since before. I’ve seen the different kinds of Selena growing up in different lives but still end up the same.” I got silent. She looks as young as me but she is also a thousand years old already.