Samael Novels & Stories

There is something which he is hiding far in the deep sea-green ocean which are his eyeballs, something which he wants to bring to surface but afraid to. "A-are you as pure as the signification of you name?" I tease him, sticking my tongue out. His eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" "Your name means 'holy man' in Turkish, right?" I bite on my lips, wrapping my hands around his neck. "So, are you one?" He nods slightly, not very convincing. But then he brushes a strand of hair from my face. "No matter what, I will be your holy man." He says softly, tucking the strand behind my ear.

Hujan smiled when he saw the bracelet shining. "Thank Goodness, if you accept it dear, even though the bracelet is from flower branches that I took from the valley of death, but I twisted it with sincerity and love. Actually the bracelet belongs to your mother but I haven't had time to give it. Now let the bracelet protect you and give a signal to me when needed. I love you, Cah Bagus. A lot" There is clearly a deep love and sorrow in every word of Hujan. There was a pain he was trying to suppress. The bracelet was made when Hujan lived in US. Hujan had indeed lived eleven years in US long before meeting Sunyi. He dabbled in the black world until he was nicknamed the Black Cat of the Seven L

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

Darius pulls up a picture of some slices in a tree, swiping through them all and each is slightly different and would be barely noticeable were you not looking for something. "It's the code Eligor used to recruit his followers. Ekron is calling for them to support him to finish his work." Samuel says, his voice shifting between rage and apathy. "You can read this? Where are they?" Flame shoves the phone towards Samuel and he frowns, studying the pictures.

At this time, on the other side of Moher Cliff, stood a line of a few dozen of Red Moon kamikaze soldiers with serious expressions. They were closely monitoring the situation below with tense nerves. Compared to the group of Wolf Tail on the other side, these bunch of soldiers clearly looked much more solemn. Their leader was a robust, red-haired man; even his eyebrows and lips were red. He had the nickname of Samael. His appearance highly resembled Kagura both in shape and looks. In fact, he was Kagura’s cousin, and his status in Red Moon was comparable to Herodes’.

“Since you’re here, let me tell you about the Heavenly Path's Carrefour. As a heavenly path's guardian, I need energy to improve my strength, and this energy comes from you.” Samael unleashed his power to trap these people.

The girl was none other than I, Rachael Santiago, the daughter of Raphael and Vanessa Santiago. My parents were council members of a secret society of supernaturals, Synx, and the owners of Santiago groups of companies. Supernatural, gifted, or part-human, you name it. In short, humans carry magic in their lineage. We could do stuff other people can only dream of or either pulled in movies. Every member of the special families, or as we called clans, has different and unique gifts of their own. We carried our gift from birth. We could feel it within us. However, due to the incapacity of our human bodies to deal with such extreme powers, we couldn’t control it until we crossed the age of majo

I replied "and I suspect also against many others as well I would not summon you, here just because I could, great Sammael or for trivial matters, the scribe who thought me gave me grave warnings I am risking much by summoning you here this night" "State the betrayer's name and I will seek the ether for his sin," Sammael said gravely "His name is Azeazel" I replied Sammaels eyes fell closed and his head tipped back for several long minutes as he listened to the ether, I waited patiently in the silence until finally his eyes opened and he studied me gravely

Jo paused, waiting to see if Eliza would say more, but she didn’t, so she took a deep breath and continued. “When the Vampire used that name, Asteria, I got chills. I realized then that it did make sense that it could be her, that it almost had to be. She’s one of the only Vampires that’s ever been able to create the sort of shields from Cassidy that she’s experiencing now. The other was Daunator, and he exploded, so I don’t think he could be back.”

A portal made of shadows and lightning opened up above us. "Get ready," Erik shouted as he, Silas, and Damon stood on the front lines. I drew one of my swords, taking a fighting stance. I felt the burning of hot magic behind me. The combination of Imelda and Balthazar's charm was enough to take my breath away. It was no wonder why they weren't allowed to have a child of their own. It would be able to destroy a realm with a snap of its finger—a deity of absolute chaos and destruction.