Archangels Azrael Novels & Stories

he says and finally I could move, I sat up, but I wasn't in my body, it felt more like I'm a ghost or maybe I'm just dead. "Andy" I call but he was laying next to me not answering, next I was now looking for daddy and Keiran but couldn't find them, all the people around us, they all looked like they couldn't see me. "No one can see us, just me" the new guy says, I looked at him, really looked at him, he had wings, big white wings, unlike the ones Keiran has. "Who are you?" I ask him. "I'm Azrael, the angel of death," he says, he's the last angel I'd want to meet or see, but he's here now to take us.

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."

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,

Everyone rushed their movements, afraid to have Gideon angrier. IT'S ALMOST three in the afternoon when Azrael arrived at the scene, silently watching everyone from the sky. He has a sword unlike the other grim reapers. He's wearing a white cloak with gold linings instead of black. Well, he is an Angel after all. He instructed the grim reapers to soround the altar without anyone noticing them. They must get ready for ambush as it is the only effective way to stop them from finishinh their objective. Demons are on par with angels. Demonoids are on par with grim reapers. Estimating the current situation, there must be two demons around and a hundred or more demonoids. They are too many for the

The death kingdom is supervised by three archangents who are subordinates to the king of death in person of Lord Adonis. The three archangents were gifted in several ways and they used their gifts in serving the king of death. Azrail gift were his beautiful eyes, he could see farer and better than legions of death agents packed together. His precision and accuracy made him the envy of many as they not match him, comparing him to an eagle was an insult to the gift he bore. He was the most gentle and calm of the trio.

Repelled like pieces of paper in the wind. Useless. All. Useless. Elaine was there! She was there with that damn phoenix, with that thing that could divert her. "Get out!" I screamed angrily as I expanded my divine aura and forced all those angels to the ground, stepping on their wings and auras like an executioner about to behead them. "Where is Azrael?" I asked in a growl. I wanted to know where that bloody traitor was, I wanted to skin his face for not obeying my order.

Contrary to popular belief, angels were not pretty. Ten feet tall with three pairs of wings, they were surrounded in holy fire with a singular large brown eye in the middle to give judgmental glares at the poor individual who had the misfortune to be in their presence. The Fallen weren’t any better, without the holy fire, they just looked like a giant eyeball with too many wings. Azazel was the Watcher at the gate of Hell, guarding any demons from escaping to the world above and wreaking havoc. He would only let people through either by permission by the Lords of Hell or if he could be bribed.

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.

“Now listen, girl. You have to realize that you have opened a whole lot of darkness, by falling in love with a fallen angel like Azrael.” “He isn’t a fallen angel, Grandmother Willow.” Ava turned towards her with a glare within her eyes. Something that the spirit was glad to see, other than the pain. “He is the Angel of Death, not a fallen angel. He was a given a job to collect souls for God.”

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.