Samael Keene 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.

He can’t afford to lose this war! ‘You may be the Goddess of Change, daughter of Selene, but using my secret weapon, no one can change my fate. I will exterminate the sextuplets in this world!’ Like what Alice did, Samael used his demonic power to absorb all the demon’s energy and formed it above him like a giant dark cloud opposite to Alice. He called all the demons to stay behind him. “Demonic Energy Absorption Magic Incantation!” he chanted, and the ritual began. A terror scream of the demons echoed in the entire place as their power was being absorbed.

Ian watch him take another bottle and waited for him to finish it before talking to him about the company although Samael doesn’t live in the world he does his job as the president of the corporation, being a thousand years demon his intelligence is much better than an average human and like a robot he easily and adapt and learn things faster than a human would so this make him a genius in the human world. “Am going to stay in your world for one more day, make preparation” Samael said out of nowhere “what?” Ian asked in a loud voice wanting to be sure if he heard him well enough

Has Yeomorah told her that she will be here today? Much of our extended family and family friends have flocked here to assist my father. They are none friends of mine. I stay in my thoughts as I pass them with my chin high, not addressing them. Seraphine's lineage was a dead end. According to what we traced from her father, Samael had no mate or child. Being reclusive and a whore, he had a long list of lovers but no personal information really. No sightings of him with a child or buying for one. The man had a hated of children, and other men. In short, if he couldn't eat from it or fondle it, he despised it. Samael is full blood incubus. Her mother, and Seraphine honestly, might as well not

"Lord Eden is waiting." Megan was too confused to retaliate. Plus the hunger started to slit her. She then saw that Silvina had taken her out of the castle to a place above the lake with tables and chairs waiting there. So did Eden who had sat in full dress. "Wait a minute." Megan took Silvina's hand off and looked at Eden. "I still don't understand all this," Megan continued asking for an explanation. Eden then glanced at Silvina at a glance. "Miss is a Mate called Luna of Alpha Eden, which means an eternal partner for the sitting Lord of Eden," Silvina explains politely and quietly.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

He murmured his thanks and drank slowly from the glass cup. “You don’t have to do that, you don’t even know me,” he said. Emmaline smiled sweetly at his innocence “You’re my mate, that’s enough reason to kill every rogue on the surface of this Earth.” Caleb mentally gave himself a knock, he had to find other ways to stop her from looking for rogues that basically didn’t exist. All the wounds and cuts on his body were inflicted by himself and the special department at the organization that specialized in making accidents look real.

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

The sun begins to lower through the sky, leaving orange glints reflecting off all the metals in the satellite dishes and vents that lead up here. I walk briskly closer until I'm completely behind him, watching his ink-covered back muscles tense with every blow. -Azael- I say this time, trying to normalize my breathing. Amon hits the bag looser before turning around. His torso is naked and a few beads of sweat fall down his black-colored body. His mouth is ajar to breathe easier and his chest goes up and down frantically. -What are you doing here? -question. His voice makes me shiver.

I thought he would never answer me but luckily he replied, “He's Northcrest's blood. He circulates in the heart—his people—and brings oxygen for breathing.” Deep. I nodded at him to agree. “How is he as a friend?” He was stilled at the question but he managed to compose himself after swallowing his own saliva. “He’s a good friend.” Was all he said. “We’re here,” he announced while stepping backward, giving me a space to talk to Samael. Samael’s room was indeed in a cage cell. Compared to mine at the abandoned building, his cage was a lot smaller so he needed to sleep in a spoon position to fit his body.