Samael Keene Novels & Stories

To be perfectly Frank, until the incident with the late Luna, I never really believed Vampires existed, or not anymore at least. “Very well. They should be here in any moment, is there anything else you need?” He can barely contain his excitement as he hovers in the doorway to my office. Samael has just met his mate and is eager to leave early and make his way back to him. It’s all a bit hush, hush right now, so I am the only one who knows, and I’m pretty sure the only reason he spilled the beans to me is because his sudden change in disposition was freaking me out and I may have threatened him with a short stay on the psych ward if he kept it up. Seriously, if he wasn’t going mad he was in

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.

” Calvin questioned as he looked at his best friend in worry. Calvin was no longer sure that Sam was even there. It's like Prince Samael melted into a puddle of nothing after meeting some random woman. ”Is she your Beloved?” Calvin questioned. At the mention of Beloved Samael quickly woke up from his trance and shot up from his seat. ”Don't be ridiculous Calvin” Samael reprimanded. ”You know very well my Beloved is dead.” Samael spoke as he ground his teeth together.