Archangel Azrael Novels & Stories

Azrael’s eyes filled with tears. “Don’t.” “You weren’t born evil.” “Stop.” “You were hurt.” “I said stop!” “You decided nothing was better than pain.” Azrael screamed. “ENOUGH!” His power exploded. The entire First World shook. Hope fell backward. Adrian caught her. Azrael’s body began changing. Black energy surrounded him. His human appearance disappeared. His eyes became completely white. His voice became distorted. “You want to save everyone?” Hope stood. “Yes.” “Then save them.”

One of my board members laughed. “You okay? You look a little flushed.” I nodded. The man moved close. Very fucking close as my board member stepped beside us, smiling proudly. “Allow me to introduce you to our newest investor…” The man in front of me never took his eyes from mine. “Azrael Valchini.” My gaze flew toward the feather disappearing beneath his collar. Angel. My Angel. He was our newest investor. Azrael Valchini— Wait...Valchini? My mind quickly raced. That name...it sound so familiar...the wedding. Valchini. Wait. WHAT?!

"Back so soon? Did you sent them already?" "Eto..." The angel gave a laugh, scratching the back of his head. "It is not their time to go yet. I think they should be given chances whether they have it to come back." "Ano ne, why? Why do you always pick some souls and do this?" The Angel of Death stopped flying, making Muchie turn to see him gazing up at the sky. He has never got the chance to see such beautiful sky when he was still human. What he saw were pure darkness at night, a ceiling with its plasters falling in the morning. It was sad, lonely and cruel. "They never understood."

Yawayer utilized this power to its fullest so he could tear into the fabric of reality, escape to another existence, and become immortal. Archangel Azrael and Archangel Chamuel exited Heaven and reappeared near the park where Azrael and Maia battled. Well, not battled per se, but had powerful words with one another. Azrael made a calculated retreat when he faced Maia, an eight-winged person. Now that she had broken through into the Tenth wings, what were his plans for destroying Blake Elon, who she protects?

There is no escape. He opens the door and when I see he's shirtless, my breath catches. - You know, I don't know how you can have the name of an angel when you're a demon- he whispers dangerously, getting closer and closer to me until he cornered me against the wall. He puts his two arms on either side of my body, and he looks me straight in the eyes, intimidating and explosive, like a time bomb. - You have the name of a demon, Azael- My breathing accelerates at dizzying speed due to the proximity of our lips.

” Noticing that I haven’t even made an attempt to speak or even move -since I was practically unable to even breathe anymore- she only continued, “Ookaaay, first things first,” “In case you were wondering, the reason why Azrael isn’t a fallen is that he’s...Well let’s just say he’s not your “regular” Archangel like the others, since he’s one of The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and all that shit... And since his grace is practically bound to my soul...Uh...let’s just say that as long as I’m alive, he’s...He will still be his...usual self...” Even though that last sentence left me feeling somewhat confused -mostly by the way she so evasively explained it- I however chose to mainly focus on

"That's the one!" Saye peeps. I shouldn't be surprised because the world isn't as every day as people believe it to be. There are unearthly beings in this world that no humans have ever known. They only see them in aspects of media for entertainment. But to think, the real Azrael is before me in the flesh. However, his name in the bible describes a fallen angel, an archangel like Lucifer who rebelled against the heavens. I guess the history of angels and demons as mortal enemies is true. Azrael is titled the Angel of Death and Grim Reaper, an entity responsible for transporting souls to the afterlife with records of the deceased.

he ground out angrily I struggled to pry his hand away, but I was just an adolescent angel in training, newly winged and not yet strong enough to take on someone of his caliber, Azeazel was a full-fledged Archangel and a commander of an elite squad of Angels, he was centuries old despite the fact he only looked like he was in his late thirties. standing at all of six feet, well-built and heavily muscled from years spent as an elite warrior, shoulder length black hair that was greying at the temples only served to make him look more distinguished and imposing,

His fingers wrap around mine, his grip tight before he yanks me towards him. “Azriel-” “Do not speak another word if you want your soul to be inside that body of yours,” Azriel warns, his voice sounds gravelly, however, the fury in his voice is evident. Instead of walking towards the door that leads to the hall, he tugs me forward in the opposite direction. My heart thunders in my chest as he rounds the building and walks straight towards the forest that now looks nothing but menacing at this time of the evening – inky black and foreboding.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.