La Mujer Samaritana Novels & Stories

Atlas "STOP", Samael said, as Jasmine approached the woman she called, "Sabrina". Sabrina looked at Jasmine with a strange expression on her face, as if she didn't recognize her. Jasmine turned around and looked at Samael. "She is a Samsara.", Samael said, and we all looked back at her. I smiled, surprised they were quick to catch on. "I'm sorry, she is a what?", Ava asked.

"She's wearing red. The look in her eyes—just weird." Jay lifted his head, scanning the room briefly before looking at me. “There’s no one like that here. Are you sure you didn’t imagine it?” No. I hadn’t. That woman was Samantha. As I turned back into Jay’s arms, she didn’t blink once. It burned with resentment and fury that seemed to wish the very ground would swallow me whole. And to my own surprise, something deep inside stirred at it—sharp and exhilarated. And then, Samantha Smith had arrived.

Sister Sandy, dear sister Sandy, sometimes he just doesn't know what to do about that girl. ********** "Are you sure you're alright milady? At least let me examine you to ensure..." "I said I am fine!" Samara snapped at the night shadow healer who kept trying to to offer his aid. "I just felt very weak for a moment, I fainted, but now I am feeling much better, there's no need to worry, nothing is wrong with me. Now get out!" The healer gave up, packing up his physician kit, "as you wish milady," he bowed, before leaving her room.

AYDEN Samantha makes her way toward the vehicles. "That's Naomi," Samantha says loudly, already running before I've understood who she means. I remember the name from the radio report, the bakery's night manager. She's conscious when the warriors lift her down, one arm wrapped in blackened, hastily applied bandages, her face striped with fear and tiredness, but she’s alive, thankfully. "Samantha." Naomi's voice cracks with relief the moment she sees her. "I tried to save so many things. I couldn't reach anyone in time…I'm so sorry."

“I have, I just ain’t seen this bit before. Must be some glitch or something.” The camera pulled back from the ruined face of the Mediterranean guy. The figures left him and moved on to the woman. Two more figures joined them at her side. Sam started to cry and tried not to watch as they went to work on her. Jimmy started to hyperventilate next to him.

Samantha commented. Samira cocked her head to the side. “You’re angry.” “Of course, I’m angry! I have every right to be! I have been lied to my whole life, and now I’m being told that I’m a whole new person, a whole new creature,” Samantha shouted. Samira stepped forward and placed her hand on her human’s chest, tears welled in her eyes. “You’re hurt.” Samantha couldn’t explain the rush of emotions that overcame her at the touch. She wasn’t even aware that she was crying until the tear landed on her chest, and she was even more surprised to find her witch doing the same.

Samuel grabs my hand towards the fireplace with a burning fire glowing as big as a man. I froze in fear and shook my head, "I'm not getting in there." "Sam, do you want to help your friends or not? This furnished is the only way..." Samuel pleaded, his hand opens waiting for me to reach it. I closed my eyes and jumped with him to the furnace. The fire took hold of my body, but there was no pain at all. When I open my eyes, an old door magically appears before us. Samuel inserted the key, and it opened slowly with a creaking sound. Inside was an older woman knitting a baby shirt while she rocked on her chair. The older woman looked up suddenly, and her eyes connected with me.

She looked back one more time ,found out that he was no longer following her. The cool night breeze was the only consolation in her situation. She saw light coming from a far distance. "Please help me .."That was the last thing she said before fainting. When i opened my eyes i was in a room. "Why do i always end up in a room."Beth murmured. "I see you have woken up."The man said. "Let me go." "Is that what you say to someone who helps you." The room looked like a motel, the lights were not too bright making the room look like an interrogation room.

She laughs hysterically as she shows me about the bathroom and how to operate this shower and it's water temperature. "Beautiful necklace by the way, did you make it?" "I did." I smile and hold the vine with Remus' tooth. "What a tooth. From another you killed? It smells strongly of male, a powerful male." "My would be mate, Remus. He gave me his tooth before he passed so I could have it to remember him by." She smiles a sad, almost guilt smile as she departs and leaves me to bathe.

The black silk sheet is splayed out along the altar with the shape of a woman seen from beneath the cloth. A hand reaches up to pull the sheet away from the shape’s face, revealing the same face that I see everyday when I look in the mirror to my view. Samara’s confused eyes look around her until she spots me at the end of the altar, her blue eyes clearing when they meet mine. “Jamari.” Her croaked whisper breaks the flood gates I didn’t realize I was holding back, sending me into a fit of tears that fall down my face like a river.