Samael Keene 소설 & 이야기

We both stopped at the entrance of his cottage and Phineas reached for the doorknob. "Aren't you going to knock?" I asked, and I felt flustered by his lack of decency. "It is better that way. Otherwise, Samael would be alarmed that I did something unlikely of me." Samael. That was a good name for a Seer. 'It means God in human language. Or God's voice. Like he was born meant to be the Seer for the wolves.' The door opened and Phineas stepped inside. "Seer, I brought the Luna!" He called, and I looked around before following suit.

I thought he would never answer me but luckily he replied, “He's Northcrest's blood. He circulates in the heart—his people—and brings oxygen for breathing.” Deep. I nodded at him to agree. “How is he as a friend?” He was stilled at the question but he managed to compose himself after swallowing his own saliva. “He’s a good friend.” Was all he said. “We’re here,” he announced while stepping backward, giving me a space to talk to Samael. Samael’s room was indeed in a cage cell. Compared to mine at the abandoned building, his cage was a lot smaller so he needed to sleep in a spoon position to fit his body.

Ted snorted coldly and marched into the Heavenly Path’s Carrefour triumphantly. He knew he could easily become a heavenly path's guardian with his strength. Samael did not expect someone to turn up so soon. He had been practicing out of boredom. He simply lost his freedom; his strength was not affected. If someone as powerful as Philip turned up, he could beg the other party to break the ropes and barrier that bound him. Otherwise, he would devour that person. His strength would deteriorate over time, so he had to improve his strength quickly to cause some destruction.

That was why he chose to do it the way that he did. “Damon knows what he is doing, and Damon is well aware of everything that he is playing with. However, it does not concern him. He does not even give a damn. He does not care.” I said, looking at Alpha Kael. “You know for a fact that he does not care about me.” “That is not true, Sienna.”

“Sam, you know I am trustworthy. I know my place is with you. That is why I have not dated anyone or tried to talk to a male. Not unless it was you or Kota.” Samael stood up from his chair, flashing around the desk to stand behind me. Craning my neck back, I looked up into his bright blue eyes. I could see his amber flames sparkling within his irises. It sent an icy shiver down my back. Swallowing nervously, I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth to chew on it. A habitual act of mine. His gaze flickered down to my lips before a low growl rumbled in the back of his throat. Samael reached out, placing his fingers on my bottom lip to tug it from between my teeth.

He told the two not to mention his name, ever again, and in exchange, he will take her pain away. He remembered her birthday, the agony of looking at her from afar after he removed her memories of him, and how she fell to the ground and he was not there to catch her. He remembered the touch of her skin against his lips, and the last time he looked at her eyes filled with pain. He remembered what torture felt like, leaving Selene was his personal hell. “It’s good to be back,” he muttered under his breath. Samael’s failure to crash his way to Heaven and start the rebellion against the Almighty Father gave him a chance to go back. His Father, afterall, was still convinced that he was working by

I said to him. He looked at me. "I've never understood the fascination with humans by our kind. They're beneath us." He stated loudly. My eyes almost rolled as an automatic reaction. Pride indeed. A bell sounded and people cheered. Samael walked into the arena, still in his swim shorts. His brown skin was on show, his muscles almost bunching out his body. He looked seething with anger. And ready to fight. He held two knives in his hands.

“I don’t know. The only connection I’m allowed with her through video communication. I haven’t seen my mate in person since the day we were taken. However, over the years, I’ve sensed that even though they have moved her, she’s close.” Tears prickle my eyes. “How long have you been here?” The demon shrugs. “I don’t know. What year is it?” “It’s…” Rowan answers. The man physically flinches as tears gather in his eyes. “My god! It has been decades since I last held my beloved.” “What’s your name?” I ask. The demon gives me a weak smile. “It’s been so long since I’ve said it that sometimes I forget that my name is not, Demon. My name is Samael, and my mate’s name is Galena.”

Noe smiled smugly instead. "Oh yeah, why didn't you stop me while evolving those demons?" I asked them all. "What is wrong with it?" asked Erin who sat on the chair. "Hahaha strong reinforcements," said Noa who was already sitting on the bed while hugging Lia from behind. "There's Samael you know!" I asked again to be sure. "Don't worry, yesterday he was given a lesson by Regera," said Erin. ____

His name was Evan, he was one of the clan's most trusted members. Mr. Samael released a deep breath as if to show his frustration, he was the last fourth-generation descendant of the clan. Samael was Daniella's brother, He was a man of agility and well respected by the clan ever since five years ago when he took over after his father's death. He was in his late fifties and he had grown white hairs as he appeared to be aging through the years. "Call Quinn for me on your way out" he ordered.