Archangel Azrael Novels & Stories

Daniel, my son, I remember that night like it was yesterday. We were fleeing from the entity that Belzebub warned me about - Azrael, the Angel of Death. When he appeared, I shielded your eyes, pleading with you not to look, as he demanded I hand you over. Deli, our former babysitter, tried to help, but Azrael's power was too great. In a desperate attempt to protect you, I blocked his gaze, but he revealed his dark angelic face, letting out a piercing scream that almost threw you and Deli off the bridge.

Layon suggested blankly, as though he was only just beginning to pick up on her trail of thought. "Yeah, and Chris had to have had help from the fairy court to gain entrance into Italy so…" "So he and Reebah are most likely at the fairy court!" Layon exclaimed, and Angel was surprised when he grabbed hold of her arms and pulled her in close to kiss her forehead before he added, "Angel, you are brilliant." "Isn't that why you brought me along?" Angel chuckled, unable to stop herself from being amused by his response. Yet him kissing her on the head also reminded her of the time they'd spent together beneath the willow tree,

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

I open the Team Rankings and lock onto my targets for tonight: [Rank 1: Elite Squad 1]. An hour later, I lock the door to Arlo's dorm. He's already turned his desk into a glowing, state-of-the-art hacking terminal. "Show me the nightmare list," I order, leaning over his shoulder. Arlo brings up the high-res patrol files. We scroll past the ridiculously handsome Archangel and Vampire. Then, I freeze. I stare at the third target for a solid minute. "Arlo...did you accidentally d******d a picture of a UFO?" "That's Raziel," Arlo shivers. "He doesn't use his human form. He's a biblically accurate Throne Angel."

Dogs help in the judgment of souls. "And what is your role, after all?" I asked. "They call me the Angel of Death, Elena," he said, looking totally oblivious to my widening of eyes." I am the last vision a human has before he really dies. I am the one who will arise after a fulminant heart attack and will offer the human death a calm death. The one who will be with open arms to support the bodies of those who fall from high altitudes. The one who will bring comfort to those who die of hunger. The one who will sing a prayer to the desperate and suffering. I am, even after being expelled, the creature that God can use to separate a soul from a human body, and I am also the one who can designat

They are usually servants to higher-ranking demons, similar to an omega. God/goddess realm or ”Heavens” Gods/goddesses-Reference Greek mythology for any who are discussed Angels-any citizen in the Heavens that is not a God or Goddess. They are also immortal and wield white magic. Aside from white magic, their abilities include healing, communication through touch, aura reading (similar to mind reading but unable to hear specific thoughts), control over all the elements except fire, and telekinesis. High Guard-they directly protect the Gods and Goddesses, therefore, they are highly respected. There are 5: Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, and Jeremiel.

She felt her body suddenly become rigid and very cold. For the first time...she truly understood who Cassian was. Her foot moved backward instinctively. Her heel kicked a giant porcelain vase that was beside the pillar she hid at. The thing wobbled. "No..."she whispered, reaching for it, but it was too late. CRASH! The vase exploded in bits across the marble floor. Every guard turned instantly, weapons raised ready to fire. Cassian slowly lifted his eyes. Their gazes locked . His dark orbs immobilizing her. Her cheeks were now flushed, her breaths coming out in pants.

It seems like there is a meteor shower happening in the sky every time an angel falls. "She's not going to die," Azrael stated as he looked at me. "How did you know that?" I scoffed. "She's fighting against Gabriel and Raphael!" "I am the Angel of Death," he turned to me. "And, I am here to give you my real blade. Don't you dare waste it!" He handed me the blade. I stared at it for a few seconds before holding it. I don’t know what’s right but I’m sure it needs to be finished.

He exclaimed with a hiss. "He's sorry, please excuse us," Jaxon quickly apologized dragging Alex away. "What the fúck is wrong with you Alex, that man looked dangerous. Watch where you're going next time and stop being clumsy all the time." Alex was not paying to anything that was being said whatsoever, he was still thinking about the beauty he just saw. "I-i saw an angel, a masked angel." He mumbled under his breath after being silent for a long time. "What are you talking about? What angel?" Jaxon asked.

She began gathering clothes as the Angel towered over Xavier, sniffing him. “Stop!” She screamed causing Xavier to look confused. “I’m not doing anything.” He protested. “Just get out so I can get dressed.” Xavier held his hands up while walking out of the room. She sighed looking deadly at the Angel. “Who are you?” She asked in a much lower tone. “I’m Gabriel, God’s warrior, one of the many carriers of souls.” “Well Gabriel, whatever,” His eyebrows rose at her clear disrespect. “I have a job to do so just go away and let me focus.”