Uriel Septim Novels & Stories

I whisper. The lie tastes exquisite. Uriel finds me again days later, wings flared in agitation. “The Sentinel is becoming unstable,” he says. “They may activate the kill directive.” I tilt my head. “Will they succeed?” “No.” “Then it is irrelevant.” “You underestimate him,” Uriel snaps. “Grief has stripped him of hesitation.” “Yes,” I agree. “That was the point.” Ezra Stormrunner was built to protect the Key. But love complicated him. Loss simplifies everything.

Instead of getting angry, he seemed thoughtful, watching Andrew's back with keen interest. Enzo, however, was nearly trembling from fear. The Reyes family had about ten senior butlers, but Uriel was on another level entirely, and even Valerie feared him. The man only answered to one person: Finnegan. Everyone else, no matter their rank, was nothing in his eyes. He was a terrifying martial emperor, and if Finnegan gave the order, Uriel could wipe out any member of the Reyes family without hesitation. That was why no one within the family dared to cross him.

So, they never thought they would be attacked in such a cruel way by a witch of Luriem. However, Uriel was not any ordinary kind of witch, but he was the Crown Prince of the Luriem Kingdom. A famous witch, not only for his looks that could send to their knees any female but for his terrifying practices that many thought as cruel and merciless, even among the luriems.

As Sheryl gazed into Justin's deep, captivating eyes, her breath hitched, and a nervous flutter stirred in her chest. Deep down, she knew the charming façade hid a ruthless heart. Yet, a tiny spark of hope flickered within her—the improbable wish that, just maybe, she held a slightly different place in his gaze than everyone else. Justin feigned surprise. "Are you really able to do it? He looks just like your younger brother, Blake." Uri sneered. "Blake was one of a kind. Julien may wear his face, but he's nothing more than a repulsive imitation." Uri's eyes turned bloodshot with rage. He growled, "I won't let that thing breathe the same air as us. He needs to be wiped out, completely erased

"Don't be a jerk, Theo. If you have something to say to him, do it. And don't scare him like that." I frown, and Theo looks away from me with a scowl on his face. Okay, something definitely crawled up his ass and died. Uriel shakes his head, eyeing Theo with disbelief. Then he refocuses his gaze on me. "I came because you might have questions about what really happened that night. And how I got the sigil," he tells me, and I nod. Letting out a shaky breath, he extends his arm and rolls up the sleeve of his grey shirt.

I said, and she frowned, trying to process what I was saying. “Alvize, Ezra’s brother, was being serious?” She asked and I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest. “Ianos named him Konstantin. He has asked me to inform you to be a little patient, we will find a way to get you out of here. But things are a bit too messy right now.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. Letting her out of here would only lead to her death for Ian’s freedom, and the last thing I needed or wanted was to have a prick like him living freely. He can live within the borders of the cemetery with my sister visiting him when she desires, or more specifically, when he calls her. I knew that she was crazy, but I doubted

“Heat sex is different from regular intercourse. With your syren gland and the changes it has brought to your body, your channel is now quite different from ours. It can stretch with enough elasticity to accommodate your Urekai male partner in any form, yet shrink back to its original size shortly afterward. Nature was thorough and remarkable in that way–" A loud shout pierced the air. "All hail His Majesty the Second! The second sovereign ruler of Urai and the sole leader of the northern wings. All hail Grand Lord Zaiper!" Madam Livia's eyes widened comically as she whispered sharply, "Bow your heads, both of you." Immediately, her own head was almost touching the floor in a deep upper-body

“Promise me you’ll do it, Trish. I can easily send you off with Zerachiel but you don’t listen to me.” “Because it’s my decision to make if I want to stay and run away like a coward.” She scoffed. “But our son is just seven months, Trish. I can’t do this to him. I know he’s immortal but, think of the worst-case scenario… what if we all don’t survive this or somehow they got their hands on our son… they wouldn’t stop until they’d throw him in some ocean. He is a baby. He needs care right now even if he’s going to be the powerful of us all. You do know that Edmond hates everyone who is more powerful than him, right? Promise me that you’ll go back looking for him if anything happens to us.” Uri

The atmosphere from the night before was still there—tense and heavy. Uriel looked like a wreck. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were frantic, searching Selima’s face the second she got close, begging for some kind of hope.

she muttered to herself as her eyes lit up with slight passion. “Do you know this place?” asked Alex. “I’ve heard some rumors about it. Ten millennia ago, Pompeii Fairyland was the top sect in the world of America, bar none. The sect leader at that time, Xuri Zomer, became one of the wives of Emperor Rowan. She had a sister named Saria Zomer.” “Xuri Zomer...” Alex frowned slightly. He seemed to have heard that name before somewhere, or could it be in someone’s memory?