Samael Homesick Novels & Stories

"If you've got something to say, just say it. No one's stopping you." Mr. Jameson finally blurted it out. "Sam, what's going on with you and Celia? You two are always together. Wherever she goes, you follow." Samson looked stunned and said instinctively, "I think of her as a little sister, that's all. I just took care of her a little more…" Mrs. Hall, who had always been one of his supporters, finally heard something she couldn't accept. She frowned and said, "Regardless, you can't let her move into your home! How does that reflect on you? How do you think that made Jess feel?"

“People are getting attacked in there and you’re worried about a dragon that is now as little as an hamster? How are you even this calm when people are getting maybe killed?” “I’m not calm, I’m trying to—“ “To what?” I cut in, “By focusing on the wrong thing?!” “Amelia, you have a death dragon on your head.” “Which I’m aware of!” “That’s why I’m focusing on you. That dragon chose you, which means you are very important. It’s a puzzle to me too so don’t ask me why.” He mumbled the last part Huh?“ “I said you could be important,” he repeated. “But don’t let it get to your head.”

she throw questions at him looking curious and her eyes moves from left to right trying to read into his eyes. ~ Samael realize what caused her panicked heart after seconds trip into her memories and he look at her questioning gaze, she is sure not to let it rest unless he give her a good explanation. Because of his weak energy he might get consune by another energy in him which always desires blood and in other to prevent that, he has gone back to his home back in the forest with all the maids who are his attendants and they all had to go back to serve him. Rather than tell her all are back now but are invisible standing around her and risk giving the long years secret out he wolill rather

It bent closer still, until its formless face brushed against his ear, whispering in a voice that shook him to his marrow: "You will break, Amor meus... and when you do, you will never want to be whole again." Meanwhile, in Casa Del Fierro, Samael sat alone in his massive bedchamber. Draped in a black silk robe that revealed the chiseled perfection of his body, he looked every inch the god-king, yet his expression betrayed chaos. A wine glass of the finest crimson swirled in his hand, but the taste was ash compared to the lingering sweetness of Allistair's blood.

I sighed frustrated and snapped at him, "Samael!!" He jolted, turning his body towards me as if realizing he wasn't alone, he sighed. "Sorry...This is my room. I'm used to being alone. Especially with everything that is going on.." "Like what?" "Your return to the mortal realm." He looked away, clearly uncomfortable as I stared at him. "Why is that a problem?" "Because it's dangerous..." His reply was soft and undecided. I guess he was trying to figure out how to answer without revealing too much.

“Sam, you know I am trustworthy. I know my place is with you. That is why I have not dated anyone or tried to talk to a male. Not unless it was you or Kota.” Samael stood up from his chair, flashing around the desk to stand behind me. Craning my neck back, I looked up into his bright blue eyes. I could see his amber flames sparkling within his irises. It sent an icy shiver down my back. Swallowing nervously, I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth to chew on it. A habitual act of mine. His gaze flickered down to my lips before a low growl rumbled in the back of his throat. Samael reached out, placing his fingers on my bottom lip to tug it from between my teeth.

I turn the shower water on and begin undressing. Once I'm out of the shower I dress and get ready for my shift at Angels Keep. The day is wet and rainy and drags by even at work. Jack decides to close up early, sending me back home and when I get there it's eerily quiet. I'm sitting on the couch scrolling through my phone aimlessly when I suddenly hear Samael's voice. "I'm coming for you."

He couldn't imagine where Samara had gone or what had happened to her. His phone rang just as he was about to get into the car. He responded without hesitation after pulling it from his pocket. “Hey, lover boy. Go home now.” “I don't have time for your bullshits, Mikel. Do you have any news?” “Tsk! Go home. Your baby is already there.” “She’s home?” “Yes, Master,” Mikel teased, mimicking Samara's voice. “Take care of her, so we're not the ones you're—”

She was wrong to come back to her hometown. She lost her pase. It's as if the man didn't just took her bag, he had stollen her brain as well. She didn't know what to do or where to go so she decided. It was time for her to go to her house. After a long walk she finally made it, the house she was born in but never felt like calling it home. The thought of walking in gave her chills. But she had nowhere else to go. Now all she had to do was convince herself to walk in.

[Sammy] “Okay I walked in, can I leave now.” “Not without getting at least one phone number,” Diego insists. “I’d prefer it if you didn’t need it because one of these hot ladies takes you home, but I am willing to give you a bit of grace if you at least make an effort.” "Gee, thanks Santiago," I roll my eyes. "Of course, I am doing this all for your blessing."