Romans & histoires Samael

So, they must be waiting there to prevent anyone from getting in the way of Samael while he opened the Gates. Then I saw him; Samael, the leader of the demons… He was in his demonic form this time without bothering to glamour his appearance. I focused on him and hastened my pace as he started muttering something. I knew that he was uttering the spells to open the Gate. If I didn’t stop him in a few minutes, the Gate to Tartarus would open, releasing Cronus and other nightmarish beasts.

I mumbled to myself “ Some don’t choose to be like that. Alphas have kicked out one of their own if they are a danger to the pack making them a rogue.” Pulling me out of my thought , I didn’t know he heard me “ Are you scared to be out here? You seem distracted?” He asked, crossing his arms against his chest making the muscles on his arms stick out. “ No, I'm not scared.” I groaned. “ sir!!” Yelled a voice that sounded like it was rushing this way

‘Astrid…what’s wrong? ‘Mate is protecting us,’ she whispers, but she sounds scared. With a rabbeting heartbeat as I call out for Isaac, but he doesn’t answer. The screams echo again, piercing the silence of the night. I manage to stand up, but before I am halfway across the room the door opens. Isaac appears in front of me. He is heaving, and bloody and has taken his half-bestial form. His golden and silver eyes tell me that both his wolves are equally in control. He is in his Enigma form.

' she thought full of doubt. Tiredly Samael rubbed his temple and closed his eyes, "I told you I am not a demon, would you please quit calling me that?" Bida's eyes doubled in surprise when he answered her question. Warily she sized him up, "What are you?" Wearily Samael's rich brown eyes met viridian ones, "Bida, my heart, I have already explained to you what I am, though none of it matters because I live only for you. I love you, Bida, and if my presence disturbs you I will fade from your sight. I will watch you from afar and keep you safe as I always have. But I will never leave you. I am bound to you by your mother, but even

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.

It was like a surreal scene, the four of us frozen in a moment of shared expectation, each of us carrying our secrets and doubts. Alpha Gerald called me over, I walked up, a mix of nerves and duty. He pulled me into a light hug, and I returned it, trying to hide the lingering tension. Then, Gerald's focus shifted to the man from that intense night. "Looks like you two have already met," he said, calm as ever. His eyes flicked between us, a quiet intensity in his gaze. He introduced the guy as Silas, and the name carried a weight I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Silas, meet Hyacinth Clausen, she is the daughter of my soon-to-be Luna, Kendall Clausen." The formality of the introduction clas

I comply before shakily walking back to the table, shamelessly leaving Kai to clean up my mess. My eyes well up as I think about what will happen to Azriel. In what state is he now? Does he even know that an imposter has taken hold of his position? I close my eyes, trying to take in deep breaths. ‘He is a lycan. He will find a way,’ Amaia whispers. Although I am doubtful, I pray that her words come true. ~~~~~ I am not sure when I dozed off, but I wake up to insistent knocks on the door. Amaia becomes alert. I leave my room to go check and see that even Kai has been woken up by the noise.

Ugh, why the fuck am I so jealous? Mark grabs my arms and leads me out of the building. "Well, it was lovely meeting your friends. And look, even your friend Robbie has a new girlfriend. That's quite a relief to me if I am being honest with you, Sammy," Mark says as he puts some gum into his mouth and starts chomping. Mark is the only person who calls me Sammy. It sets him apart from my friend group, along with his British accent. Both drive me crazy, and both are powerful.

Hajin— the life force of god that is present all around the planet. It is found in the oxygen that we breathe, the minerals found on the earth, and it is sensitive to thoughts and emotions that they can blend into them. Sliver of god— A part of god's power that he gave to alchemists when he was dying. Every thousand years, a god dies and it has to choose another person to pass his power. However, the current god, Croven, saw this as a distasteful, ineffective, and lonely job. So he decided to divide his power to the wise people whom he trusted, who would later become the Alchemists.

While we were walking side by side towards the lift, Samael got a call and he picked up with a frown on his face. “Hello?” he said like he didn’t know who was on the other side, probably it was an unknown number. After a few seconds, he stopped dead in his tracks. I frowned and turned to him to see horrified expressions on his face. “What? What do you want?” Samael asked in a tone that I had never heard from him. he was breathing heavy and I walked a little close to him but his eyes were fixed on the floor. “Don’t do dare do anything, Shane! You will not go near her, ever! I won’t let that happen, you stay away from us, goddammi