Novel & Cerita Archangel Azrael

His steel bluish orbs zeroed on the figure who was crouching on the semi plastered rough floor, her eyes squeezed shut tightly and her one knee touching the floor and the other just few centimetres above. His Angel!!! ***

"She cursed my daughter. Made her age into adulthood in three days. Bound her with a demon contract. And we need your help to break it." Nyx's expression darkens. "Lilith. That bitch." She looks at the man beside her. "What do you think, Azrael? Can we break her hold?" Azrael. The Angel of Death. I know him from legends. He studies us. Then nods slowly. "Maybe. But it will cost you." "Anything," I say. "Name your price." "Not money. Not power." His burning eyes fix on me. "A trade. A life for a life."

Shivay chuckled feeling, he was feeling ticklish on his face, he didn't mind the licking though He took the note as soon those words registered his mind he looked at the surrounding, it did ring a bell, how on the earth he failed to notice this It's the same road where he met his Angel for the first time, where he lost his mind and soul, where he stood like a buffoon staring at his Angel who seemed just dropped from heaven, where the unknown poet in him showed up, those honey-brown innocent filled eyes, a teenage girl who captured him just like how Venus flytrap attract insect and trap them, it was the same place just walk away from her apartment to Jennie's cafe where his Angel worked, wher

Shirley went on home. Azriel didn’t miss the flight… She actually took it, saw Shirley at the airport and avoided her. She had her reasons though. She had found the identity of the angel of death, and that saddened her. Professor Wake texted her the name of the Lineage of Rebekah, who readily handed her descendants to the angel of death to avenge herself. In every generation of Rebekah’s descendants, one girl is choses by the angel of death has his vessel to carry out Rebekah’s Will. The vessel gets abilities, and white hair as a result and employs the name “Angelus Mortis” which translates from latin to English as the Angel of Death. Hence, Shirley Angelus Mortis. Azriel had decided to app

Michael POV ‘If I lose her, I am coming for you”, I tell Daniel and I can see terror splashed all over his face. I am Raphael Lockwood’s son after all and if there’s something he taught me is to take care of what is ours, dealing with the consequences later. I look around and the amount of blood on the water and on the floor makes me feel a chill down my spine. I hope I got here on time. I walk fast behind the paramedics while they take Elisabeth to the ambulance. Her mother is following me crying. I try not to look at her, this is as much as her fault as it is Daniel’s, I don’t care what happened here. They are responsible for this.

His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance. Kram came near them with frowning eyes and lips, all the angels immediately stood up for they knew that there was something bad that happened the moment they looked at the Archangel’s expression. They slowly formed a line before him and bowed down their heads as they knelt one knee above the ground, as a respect for their superior. “What’s the matter, Kram?” Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow.

After taking the medicines from him, I finally came to my room once again. Angel was still unconscious. I felt relieved knowing that her temperature was back to normal now. "Oh Angel, what did you do? I'm sorry, my Angel, my beautiful flower, it's all my fault." Third Person Pov: With his eyes rimmed red, vision blurred with tears, he lowered his head as he held her cold hands in his, guiding them to his now tear-stricken face. He was crying after so many years; the remorse, the guilt and sorrow gnawing at his skin, as he laid his head beside her clasped hand.

Break the rules and we kill you, why sugarcoat it? Before Hexton can get another word out, one of the competitors steps forward, frantically unzipping the back of her bodysuit and pulling her headpiece off revealing her face to a shocked crowd. She’s new to The Tournament and goes by the codename Azrael, named after the Angel of Death because that is exactly what she is. She prefers to give people painless deaths, allowing them to just go peacefully in their sleep. I feel perhaps Hexton invited her this year just to shake things up. The fact she gives people such painless deaths indicates an amount of compassion many of us don’t possess, which doesn’t make her suited for this type of thing a

Zap'phiria halted in her track as soon as she heard the Priests question. A cunning smile crept her lip as twitch her fingers. She slightly opened her mouth and then she uttered "I will make Lucifer my slave through Angelica" She said and the priest jaw dropped. Realistically, she can never achieving that plan of hers because Lucifer is someone undefeatable. How the hell did she use her dull brain to think of this? "Impossible!!" The Priestess said loudly and Zap'phiria grinned. "He is not the same Lucifer everyone knows. He is connected to Angelica and what ever happens to Angelica, happens to him!" She stated as she curved her lip. The Priest was dumbfounded!!

In this dark vast space, where I was looking at myself from afar like a spectator, I see a disheveled lonely woman, sitting in a vulnerable position with her arms crossed supporting her head. ‘Stop! I...I couldn’t help it....who are you anyway?’ I admitted in defeat, I am weak against him, he is my Achilles heel, my weakness and my doom, Azrael is all of that, and I cannot deny that fact. “I am the accumulation of your emotions, your hidden feelings, guilt and much more, I am the curse given to you and with this, I turned into this lingering voice inside your head. My sole reason is to constantly remind you whenever you are going astray of the path you are destined to travel”