Samael Keene Novels & Stories

That was why he chose to do it the way that he did. “Damon knows what he is doing, and Damon is well aware of everything that he is playing with. However, it does not concern him. He does not even give a damn. He does not care.” I said, looking at Alpha Kael. “You know for a fact that he does not care about me.” “That is not true, Sienna.”

“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.

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

I said to him. He looked at me. "I've never understood the fascination with humans by our kind. They're beneath us." He stated loudly. My eyes almost rolled as an automatic reaction. Pride indeed. A bell sounded and people cheered. Samael walked into the arena, still in his swim shorts. His brown skin was on show, his muscles almost bunching out his body. He looked seething with anger. And ready to fight. He held two knives in his hands.

“I don’t know. The only connection I’m allowed with her through video communication. I haven’t seen my mate in person since the day we were taken. However, over the years, I’ve sensed that even though they have moved her, she’s close.” Tears prickle my eyes. “How long have you been here?” The demon shrugs. “I don’t know. What year is it?” “It’s…” Rowan answers. The man physically flinches as tears gather in his eyes. “My god! It has been decades since I last held my beloved.” “What’s your name?” I ask. The demon gives me a weak smile. “It’s been so long since I’ve said it that sometimes I forget that my name is not, Demon. My name is Samael, and my mate’s name is Galena.”

His name was Evan, he was one of the clan's most trusted members. Mr. Samael released a deep breath as if to show his frustration, he was the last fourth-generation descendant of the clan. Samael was Daniella's brother, He was a man of agility and well respected by the clan ever since five years ago when he took over after his father's death. He was in his late fifties and he had grown white hairs as he appeared to be aging through the years. "Call Quinn for me on your way out" he ordered.

Alex asked further. Damien remained silent to Alex’s question and after a few seconds of waiting, Alex left the huge bedroom hallway he had been standing in the whole time, signalling to Damien through their mindlink that he would be back in a short while. Damien made no move to respond to Alex again as he sensed his right hand man walk out of the hallway.

“I was an Omega. The weakest in my pack. “You were never an Omega,” Kael said, “Your old pack was blind. They suffocated you with their regulations and their social structure. Your real nature could not breathe in that land. The rejection was the key that unlocked you,” Kael said. He nodded at the spot on my leg. It was almost as if I could sense a warm glow springing from it. "This sign on your leg, it is more than simply a claim. It is a catalyst. And it shall serve to increase your power. Power for you and your child."

She turned faster. Test logs. Hormone charts. Behavioral control matrices. Her blood type circled in red with annotations: "Omega-Type 9: sensitive to dominant-paired inhibitors. Unstable under suppression." Sama's hands trembled. "What the fuck is this?" Dean's jaw set. "It's your design. Crayons did not just want to control you. He had you engineered." Alex's eyes widened. "Wait, are you saying… Sama was engineered?" "Not engineered. Enhanced," Dean replied. "She's an Omega, yeah—but there was something about her smell, her reaction to dominance, it was. tailor-made." "By whom?" Sama gasped. Dean slid a folder on the second shelf open. He held it out. "Have a look at the signature at the

“I wouldn’t hurt you.” I can’t trust him, but something tells me Kael isn’t about to walk me back through this forest. By the way they want me out of here, they aren’t done with this meeting. If only I could stay and find out what it is about. However, this is confidential Alpha business I don’t have the right to know about. “Sinful has the ability to transport himself, and anyone else he is touching,” Kael explains to me. “He can get you back to your room in no time. And no one will have any idea you left. Not even the security cameras.”