Uriel Septim Novels & Stories

He said and then he laughed like he is happy that he killed his mother. “Did she own the lamp?” I asked “Not anymore” He answered “So what is your name?” “Samael” He answered and his eyes turned all white and I heard the angels scream outside. As if he is connected to them. Maria looked at me and asked, “What is going on?” I didn’t answer because I don't know what is going on. It seems that he is controlling all the others outside. “Hush,” He said and they immediately tame. “Don’t you see? I can control human emotions. I have an army of angels. I am higher and more powerful than him now, and now you still choose to reconcile with him rather than to your own brother?”

[Dear Aysel, I hope you will never have to receive this letter. But if you do then either I am unable to reach you or I am gone. If either of these happens, I want you to join the Royal pack as the beta. The authorities won’t refuse as they are bound to keep the last request of a dying wolf. I know this is probably a selfish request, but… this way I can keep you safe even after I am gone. I serve Prince Azriel, the next-in-line monarch. Being in his circle will keep you from falling prey to countless things. I hope you will consider this. Remember I will always love you and always be with you. Love, Kaizen]

he hissed, referring to Uriel. His cousin Uriel was a mage healer, considered the best in his field. He had been the head of the royal mage healers, but seven years ago, he banned Uriel from entering the royal estate. Since then, Uriel has stayed in the Capital City, managing his own apothecary. It has been seven years since they last spoke, following a tragic incident. Just then, a portal shimmered into existence nearby, swirling with faint blue light. Uriel then stepped forward, giving a slight bow and a polite greeting. Gavriel remained emotionless as he directly ordered, “Check her. Make sure she lives.”

How many of them had I met one way or another? This had to stop. “You look like a man on a warpath.” “I am.” If it would be the last thing I did, I’d dismantle Ben’s hold on the continent and find every victim of his schemes. It was the least I could do. Uriel returned to the table and returned my phone, but she wasn’t in a place to engage in anything but furious plotting. I couldn’t guess what she and her son had talked about, but I was glad that he had enough mental faculties to remember her.

It was because Yvie was the daughter of Silas Murdock, the leader of the Immortal Cultivation Alliance, and the old man before him was a servant of the Murdock family, as well as Yvie’s protector. He was a renowned figure in the cultivation world, Septimus Murdock! His strength was at the late Hollow stage, and he was one of the top experts around. Cultivation was a path without end, and advancing in the later stages would become increasingly difficult. As a late Hollow stage expert, just Septimus’ physical strength alone would be more than enough to crush Dominic and Benjamin, and that was putting aside his terrifying status. With just one word, he could obliterate smaller sects like Ethere

Petals began falling from flowers, the wind picking them up and laying them on the path in front of us. The twelve original gods stood here and the second and third generations. One caught her eye the most, which my mother did as well all those years ago. It was Selene, her long hair swirled down her back, cloth wrapping around her, covering all her private places. A blue sapphire moon was placed on her forehead and a gigantic wolf leaning into her body. "Who is this?" Uriel pointed. "She's the only one with a decorated forehead?" Uriel was socially awkward, but, she was smart. She knew more than she led on and her abilities to pick up on the most minuscule of things had me beaming. Walking

The Chronicle Prism, now a witness to yet another chapter in the joint empire's cosmic saga, projected holographic images that portrayed Aurelius as the beacon of hope—the great-great-grandson who had emerged from the lineage of Maximus, embracing his destiny as a guardian of cosmic harmony. Aurelius, the enigmatic descendant of Maximus, emerged from a lineage shrouded in mystery. His father, a stoic figure named Octavian, was a revered philosopher within the joint empire. Conversations about him echoed with tales of his insightful discourses on cosmic energies and the intricacies of interdimensional diplomacy.

Instead, I asked flatly, “How old was your son when he died?” Behind me, Lady Morina’s crying worsened. A pang struck my chest. I ignored it. “Uriel was one thousand five hundred and twenty-three years old,” he answered. I turned my head. “I am one thousand two hundred and seventy-two.” Silence descended. Then Lady Morina broke into fresh sobs at the disappointment. The fourth ruler drew her into his arms at once, holding her close as she folded against him. “It is all right,” he murmured. “It is all right, dear.”

The sixtieth floor of the Thorne Tower didn't just smell like expensive coffee. It smelled of an imminent storm and something denser—something that scraped the back of Carter’s throat: ozone and sulfur. Carter—or rather, the being inhabiting his mortal shell, the Archangel **Uriel**—adjusted the cufflinks of his white shirt with almost mechanical precision. His mission was clear: to protect the soul of Dorian Thorne, the young CEO who, since the accident, had become a husk of pain and scars. But today, as he stepped through the steel doors, the very frequency of the universe felt out of tune.

However, if you looked closely, he had many scars all over his body and the most visible was on his face–a burned scar. His scars came from the countless battles he went through. He was on the frontline ever since he had his bestia. Asmodeus considered Zuriel a threat to his position as king so he decided to make him the ruler of Semel. The first layer was the first line of defence, and your life would always be in danger since a lot of creatures had tried to invade the Underworld. Elisia knew that her father sent Zuriel to Semel to die there, but it didn't happen. Instead, Zuriel became stronger as wars and battles molded him to be one of the greatest legion generals.