Samael Homesick Novels & Stories

in the air and I followed her, seconds later we were no longer falling, we were landing peacefully after we stopped falling into free fall. "Very good" Samael said clapping "when will you tell me how you know about these things, saint?" He asked with bright eyes and Elaine snorted. "Did I promise to tell you something, priest?" He laughed very low. "There, there..." he put both hands behind his body and tilted his head towards a mansion. A mansion that seemed surrounded by flowers "your luck, dear... is that I am very nice" he mocked "so come, I will show you the new home, feel free to make any change you want."

Nothing had worked. "She belongs with me. I'll do everything in my power to make her happy. I'll go beyond my own power, actually." Sammi said as he pushed himself off the wall. "What if making her happy means leaving her?" I asked with a tilt of my head. "If she ever leaves me," Samael whispered with his sharp eyes fixed on Guirita's bedroom door, "I would die. Not because I'd choose to, but because I know that black pit where my heart is supposed to be, would stop beating. I'd die happily, knowing I would never have to live again without her. Maybe death would be kinder to me, in that situation."

This was dangerous, it meant my wolf couldn't heal easily, especially not on it's own, and worse case, I could die from it. _______ Samantha's POV I had arrived home late after that night's experience with Kennedy. I thought I'd feel better, but nothing changed about the way I felt about Alaric. I came out onto the balcony, ready for the lab. I hung by the rail, feeling the fresh breeze. My heart skipped a beat as I looked toward Alaric's room. The air felt strange for the past three days. Usually, I'd see him almost daily even if just passing, but there had been no sign of him.

"Before what?" "I'm scared of myself! ...that I wake up and everything is still the same as it is now! It hurts so much... Why does it hurt so much? ....nothing but emptiness and the worst pain... how can a person you love... leave something like that behind!.... i just don't want to wake up and feel like this again!!! ....I can't TJ anymore!" "Shhhhh, stop talking like that! I'll stay here with you until you sleep again! I drive away all the demons and spirits he left behind and you are just safe with me…. OK?"

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

Or a snare? For a second, I think of just getting rid of the message. But then I remember the nights I've spent alone in this dirty hotel room, and I realize I have nothing left. I don't have any family, any money, or anything else. All I have is my pride, and even that is starting to feel like a burden. I brush my fingers through my hair and take a deep breath as the phone vibrates again. Another email came from the same address. "The layout is easy. You can stay here if you give me your company. No strings attached. "Please respond if you're willing, and we'll talk about the details."

I glanced sideways and saw Isabella desperately trying to hide her face behind my shoulder, yet her hand clung to mine with a strength that surprised me. Amid the deafening cheers, I looked at my family in the front row. Their faces were almost ashen. In that moment, I felt no vindication or even hatred. Because at last, in this reckoning 20 years overdue, I'd taken that scarred little girl by the hand and led her home. I finally understood that home wasn't where one was born, but where the love was.

I stood back, not wanting to interrupt any of them. " Where are we?" she asked. " Draconis. You're in one of my rooms," I told her. " What do you remember?" Samael asked. She touched her own head, shaking it. " I was in Lucifer's realm. I was chained. He touched my head, and then everything went black. It was just black. Then I saw light coming out of the darkness. I could not see into it, but I knew it was a way out. It was peaceful, coming through. Then I woke up here , I think. " she said.

he muttered lowly, crossing his arms on his chest. The silence in the room was thick with tension. It was suffocating, but I held my tongue from asking him to leave if that was all he came to stay for. There was something about his presence that made me uneasy, but I couldn’t explain what it was. “You are a healer," Samael said after a while, and I froze. “I did some research the entire night because I couldn’t stop thinking about what I saw." My fingers fiddled with the cloth over me as I cast my eyes to it, refusing to look at him. “I am," I answered. It was useless to try and deny it.

He told the two not to mention his name, ever again, and in exchange, he will take her pain away. He remembered her birthday, the agony of looking at her from afar after he removed her memories of him, and how she fell to the ground and he was not there to catch her. He remembered the touch of her skin against his lips, and the last time he looked at her eyes filled with pain. He remembered what torture felt like, leaving Selene was his personal hell. “It’s good to be back,” he muttered under his breath. Samael’s failure to crash his way to Heaven and start the rebellion against the Almighty Father gave him a chance to go back. His Father, afterall, was still convinced that he was working by