Archangel Raziel Novels & Stories

Nyx fainted, falling onto Elly. "Well, that happened." Len was growing more irritated with this by the minute. "Ostende te, tu ignavus!" He turned to Delirus and Erys. "Guard the Goddess!" They stood by her, ready to attack. The angel laughed and blew his whistle again. This time Delirus doubled over. "Looks like there's another dog here. Foeda daemon purgamentum!" Erys turned to Len. "Can I attack yet?" "Not yet," Len was watching the angel fly around, getting his description. "Orange wings, dark hair, gray mask and a rat tail." He swore under his breath as the angel flew too fast and disappeared.

Angel Where are you" came his desperate voice Suddenly as if thunder Strom, there was light around him, he looked up a unique way of decoration, never in his life, he had imagined the use of the umbrella in decorations, his eyes travelled to the end of it and his breath hitched seeing the view The red light, what amused him it was in the shape of a heart and there stood his angel exactly at the same spot where he first saw hee, his eyes were stuck on the beauty inside that heart, it felt like that's his heart and his lady residing in there His legs rooted to the spot as if paralyzed He didn't even realize the absence of Bozo in his arms She looked divine in that dress, just like a fairy who

Ice bursts out of me by instinct, fast and wild. A sharp yelp follows. “Ow—Theo, it’s me! It’s me! Don’t kill your favorite cousin!” Of course. My cousin Azrael, a powerful royal demon and the only one in all of Veyra who checks on me once in a while. I still hate seeing him.

Hard. Her golden heart. Her haunting gray eyes. That intoxicating chocolate scent. The little ways she smiled when she thought no one noticed. I didn't just want her—I needed her. The first time in my life, I actually imagined something real. Permanent. I wanted Angel to be mine. The woman I'd finally settle down with. Protect. Love. Worship. But that dream crumbled the moment she looked me in the eye at the restaurant and told me—without flinching—that she didn't care what the world thought. She'd rather be Raul's mistress than anyone else's queen.

He’s the only one who flashes a smile but Azrael gave him a glare. The last boy was Radeuriel, has clean fringed-up chestnut brown hair and is the tallest and leanest. His ocean blue eyes fits with his long and narrow nose and thin lips that smiles eerily for Azrael. For an Angel, he has a piercing on his left eyebrow and lower lip. They were the Angel of Wrath, Mercy, the Earth, Command and the Archives, respectively. “Give this up. You know it won’t work.” Yerachmiel said, his voice is set as a quiver.

"Please, stand up. You don't need to kneel in front of me nor him. What is your name?" He gets back up and looks at me with worried eyes. "My name is Raziel, and I come here to guard you and your children." He then looks at Caleb and a small sign of concern appears. "The display of chaos was caused by dark Angels, who manipulate and corrupt pure animals to their will. They want to hurt your wife, they want to bring down the heirs of the future before they are born."

Raphael half-joked. "I know what you mean," I said plainly. "Auzzy," Raphael announced, "how nice of you to come back so soon." Archangel Azrael, the collector of souls for Father— God's helper, appeared onto us. "This could have been precluded." He lifted his red shroud, letting soul particles escape into Raphael's mortar. He then gave Raphael his palm to incise, quickly and painlessly letting his blood drop into the mortar. "I won't do this again," he stated. "No matter how much Father loves us. There has to be some order, brother."

He looked at rest, but I knew better. Azrael, the fallen angel of death. They are responsible for the separation of souls from the host, that is, the body. Of course, they would be the ruler of this realm. I say they, because the Angel of death is gender-neutral, as they appear different to every soul, sometimes males, sometimes female. Azrael often appears like a robed skeleton with a scythe because that is what people expect to see. However, they were currently in their prime, so their true form is shown. Azrael holds a rather benevolent role as the angel of death, wherein they act as a psychopomp, responsible for transporting the souls of the deceased after death. Both in Islam and Judais

Raziel – the archangel who is the keeper of divine mysteries and secrets. I didn’t see Chaise all Monday. He didn’t come up to me to my locker in between classes, did not join Denise and me for lunch. I didn’t see him even when I headed to work in the afternoon. Fortunately, for the whole day, I also didn’t see Hunter. I guess it was just my day off from worrying about either of them. That for once, I had the day for myself to figure out what I needed to do.

Mr Carter writes; My dearest love, You gave me the greatest joy when you agreed to be a part of my life and for that reason, I promised to love you no matter what. We happily got married and I gave you the kind of wedding you wanted. I gave you everything you wanted. I realized as days went by that I had only made you a prisoner. I felt sad as I watched you turn into something I didn't recognise. I gave you all you wanted and asked and the only thing I asked of you was to let me honour the woman who made me who I am and that one request you could not grant. Because of that one request, I made, you became a devil. You were a special soul, humble, and beautiful until the day I decided to take