Arcangel Samael Novels & Stories

I quickly put the book in the right position. " And its math lesson so you're holding the wrong book" he added taking out a math textbook "You can have mine" he handed me it generously "thanks" I said a bit surprised, he was the second nerd I've talked to in this school and a good one. Nerds were such loners and thus I was surprised. " I'm Cruiz .....and you are Samael" he offered his hand " how did you know my name?" I squinted my brows "dude , your shirt's like branded with your name tag" he chuckled.

- I say “He was horrible to me, you were just defending me” - Mel says and I shake my head. I had years of therapy because of my anger outbursts, that is one of the reasons I don’t want to get involved with the mafia side of the family. Once I start its impossible for me to stop. Gabe is always the one that makes me stop before I kill the person. He knows that it will destroy me if I kill anyone like that. I just can’t help myself. It feels like I am being possessed by s demon and all I see is red and I need to knock that person down. I couldn’t let Samuel say all those things about Elisabeth.

the old man replied. "Did you suffer?" Angel’s mother asked him. Angel gave her a warm smile. "None that I couldn't bare, but the goddess did answer your prayers and sent an Angel to me. Without her help, I would not have been able to contact Xavier. Without her, I would be dead," Angel said. "She is human?" His father asked. Angel nodded. "She is one of my captor's family but also one of us…" "I don't understand," his mother said with a puzzled frown.

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.

"No, Lucifer. This is me, Angela. Don't you remember me anymore, Lucifer? I'm Angela, your girlfriend." "G-Girlfriend?" He asked, tilting his head on the side. "Yes, I am your girlfriend, we broke up back then but we still made it up and stayed together. I even promised you that I will be your girlfriend again while we're trying to escape from the holdapers, don't you really remember even a tiny bit of that, Lucifer?please remember me, I am Angela Santos."

I asked with a raised brow. “That's right…”He said hesitantly and my lips curved into a smile. “But…we could find a better replacement uncle.”He protested and I was not surprised about it. “And why did you find one?”I asked calmly and he was rendered speechless.It's because he knew what I was saying was the damn truth. “I understand where you're coming from Xavier.However,I would like you to know that Angelina is not someone to be trusted.”Pamela said and I could feel the hatred in her voice.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

“Not literally, you brain-rotted worm.” “Then how do you know?” I demanded, indignant. The cold winds died down, replaced by a cool breeze, as if we were floating across the abyss. I felt heady and weightless, as if I could drift off to sleep... “Because,” Samael said distantly. “I'm the angel of sex and death.” I gawked. “What!”

Still, even though he eventually reconnected with his siblings, his hatred for what his Father did remained there, deep rooted within his soul. I also found out that Azrael, the Archangel of Death, at creation, he was gifted with the lethal touch and no human being had ever been able to walk again the Earth alive after being blessed with his touch. That until I came into picture. Apparently, for some unknown reason, I am the only one who has ever touched him and remained pretty much alive. Well, that explains a lot by the way. So, after we arrived at Luc’s place, I decided to search for him and apologize for my inappropriate behavior.