Samael Novelas e Histórias

Tito Rommel muttered. “He’s Charles Flemish, 16 years old. He’s kind and nice, he enjoys playing basketball and football, he loves listening to music, he enjoys reading books... Mom, I am 100% sure about him, he loves me and I love him too, he said to me I am the girl he wants to marry when we grow up.” “Still, you are not yet 18! You still broke the rule, Sara!” I can feel the anger in Tito Rommel’s voice. I bit my lower lip while just looking at them.

⋅• ♱ •⋅ "To my dear and idolized lord, your imperial majesty Thanks to your request, I am pleased to answer you through this simple letter, majesty, the sun of the empire, but I fear that I cannot answer your request to go to the third territory since I was informed of the new protections that prevent the entry of angels and soon of fallen; as your majesty is aware, I have in my personal guard several fallen of great power and also those who have gone through... well, adverse situations." ⋅• ♱ •⋅ He always said that, and I sighed knowing that that was a sweet way to refer to his experiments. Samael was hated in the heavens and also outside of him, but the reas

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

As Naraja finished his first introduction with an awkward knead, he brought attention to the back of his neck towards the person, Nai, whom he was starting to have this strong peculiar feeling of; love, surge up inside of him again. Nai: “Ummmm.. sure, s~uure, so yeah my name is Nai and don’t get too anxious about that moment,..earlier it was actually quite cute he~he, but anyway we are your comrades: Saint Teresa Of Avila, John Of The Cross, and Anima….sh~eee actually has an interesting particular ability that I like to call if I remember correctly, h~mm, Maladaptive Day-Dreaming and oh ye~aah she’s also deaf/mute or something like that, but anyway then there’s Eli, but you have to always

“Only until they have forgiven themselves. Suicide is no sin, Fianna. It is a tragedy, truly, but the depths of despair a person are in to commit the act are punishment enough.” We walked in silence as I absorbed my surroundings, glad of the colombina mask I wore that disguised my appearance. We rounded a corner, entering the heart of a grove. A bare-chested demon in harem pants with skin black as night bowed to Samael, his skin studded with a silver dusting of ridges and tattoos. Deer antlers crested his head, woven with red cloth and silver bells that sounded as he rose. Samael gave a cursory nod. “Dantalion. Is the he

Cael asked. “Yes, broken souls. We can’t do anything because it has already happened and if you don’t stop them, what will happen to your world?” said Tyler. “Who is Samael?” Hugo asked. “It’s like you told me about him before.” “Samael, he is the angel of poison,” said Josh. “Angel of poison?” Raven asked, frowning. “Haist, Samael is the Angel of death or the ruler of the demons,” said Tyler.

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 expect good news, and I do not want to hear any of the shit that I’ve been hearing for the past few days.” My second Beta, Marcellus, shook his head once. “Amelia hasn’t answered. If she’s covering for her, then Selene is already compromised. Whatever influence you expected her to have, it’s fading fast.” A glass slammed down on the table beside me, scotch sloshing over the rim. “Damn her. How is it fucking possible that Liam, the man who doesn’t even realize what is going on around him, does not see the traitors that are within, is fucking winning everything that goes around with or without him being oblivious?”

A slight headache hits her. Mr. Gauis tried consoling her but she declined, breathing out “I'm fine.”to him. She after awhile cleaned her tears and clenched her fist tightly. “Let get this over with. I am not going to let him or Adrian take anymore person from me.” “Adrian ..?”Mr. Gauis furrowed his brow. “How do you know of him?” “He's Caleb Father and the leader of the Secret Spy Organization. I see every other person except my generation, know him. ”

Malakai, who stood in the corner of the room, nodded at her, letting me know that he was listening to what we were saying in the first place. Rheniera, Ned, Alaric, and Esther walked inside, and I watched as Esther nodded at her before handing her a pendant. Valerie took it from her and I shook my head in question, waiting to hear what she was going to have in mind. “There are legends that say that it started with fire. A phoenix is born on the night of a moon and sun alignment. The creatures of land and water stop when that happens, and the world’s balance, for fractions of minutes, changes. It will end with fire and the power that will emit from it is one that your pendant would suck in.”