Uriel Orv Novels & Stories

Uri looked away from the letter, his face white, his lips quivering, interrupting Finn and Clement's conversation: "This letter says I am the son of a vampire. Is this true?" "Uri, on a rainy night, mom and dad found you at the door with this letter, and you have all the traits of a vampire," Clement said. "I used to be a member of the Red Leaves, so I know how to hide you from their pursuit." Uri was amazed at Clement's words. "You used to be a member of the Red Leaves organization, so why did you adopt me?" "I left the organization before I adopted you. The organization is so corrupt and brutal that I can't entirely agree with them. Maybe your parents know this, so they dare to ask me to r

What had she done? Small whispers and tears from my uncle had me puzzled. Not once had I ever seen the God of War cry and Uriel continued to speak to him like it was nothing. My own body twisted in on itself, listening the doubt he had in his own abilities. The cocky god, the unbeatable warrior, had a soft side deep inside him. I could sense Uriel’s smile as she watched the two mates hold each other’s embrace. Their kisses becoming too heated for her to watch as she tried to slide down the bed.

This time, I swing it open. I'm instantly greeted by a pale face. Uriel. He looks worse than the last time I saw him. His skin is ashen, with bags under his eyes. His entire frame trembles as if he's barely holding himself upright. And yet, despite that fragility, his expression is flat. "You're back?" he mutters. I arch a brow, tightening my grip on the bags. "What are you doing here?" For the briefest moment, his gaze darts to me...then slides past my shoulder, landing on Nova.

“What exactly do you want me to say, Savannah? That she’s right? That she’s wrong? That my family loves nothing more than rewriting history when it suits them?” I hesitated. “I just want to know if there’s any truth to it.” “There’s truth in everything,” he said softly, almost to himself. “Even in lies. That’s what makes them powerful.” It wasn’t the answer I wanted. It wasn’t even close. But the way he said it, the quiet weight of it, made me realize I wasn’t going to get anything clearer. “Uriel thinks I’m in danger being around you,” I said finally. He laughed now. “Uriel thinks everyone’s in danger when they’re not orbiting her ego. Don’t waste your time worrying about her.”

“Why are you behaving like a child? You’re coming up with all these useless tactics. Also, your provocations seem unfounded and idiotic whenever they come from you. Why is that?” Uriel’s expression instantly changed after he was insulted. ‘You’re lucky this is my house! If we were somewhere else, I would have pulled out my gun and shot you dead right now! Nobody has ever insulted me like this before!’ Thus, Uriel changed his statement immediately after that. “You’ll get 150 thousand dollars for each arm and leg. Whoever manages to dismember their enemy can come to me to collect their payment!” Javier was elated. ‘Looks like Uriel’s not going to feel happy until he loses his money!’

The unknown figure passed the priest, knelt in reverence before the altar and said a prayer. Then he turned to Louis, had also kneeled before him and said a prayer to Lucifer, which he heard with satisfaction. Lastly, it was Godric's turn. The visitor took his hand and kissed his ring gently, then stood up and looked at the small group. “Forgive my intrusion at such an hour. I deeply regret having disturbed the devotion. But before I can answer the questions, allow me to give you a present, ”he began and reached under his robe, then held myrrh in one hand and incense in the other. He handed both of these to the abbot of the monastery, who was amazed but knew the value of these things, as it

Uriel stays hidden for a long time, waiting for that woman to leave so he can find a way inside and check if Lilith is here. He hasn’t seen her, nor can he sense her presence, but something in his heart tells him she’s here, and he refuses to leave until he’s certain. Luckily for him, there are no guards—none at all—which makes things much easier. At dawn, Carla finally walks away from the cabin, and he manages to break the weak spell on the door to get inside. He never thought that, after so many years of being inactive, he’d have to use his gifts for something like this.

Ulrich stood on the rooftop of a tall building, surveying her territory. From up here, she could see everything – the bustling streets, the tall skyscrapers, and the sprawling neighborhoods. As the leader of this urban city, she took great pride in keeping it safe and prosperous. But something was amiss. In the past few weeks, there had been strange attacks on her people. Reports of unexplained injuries and missing persons were becoming more frequent. Ulrich had sent her team to investigate, but they had found no evidence of human or animal perpetrators.