Archangels Azrael Novels & Stories

After I healed him, that somewhat changed. "Well, Sleepy and I were captured, and I woke up here." Azrael takes the shape of a human, and then he breathes a laugh. It sounds pained. "So you need my help again, even after I gave you one of my lives—that's why you're here." "One of your lives? Do you have more than one?" I blink. He shrugs one burly shoulder, smiling faintly. "It seems angels are reborn. I'm not sure how many times."

They are made of small segments of crystals, impenetrable and lethal when they attack you. And of course, Azrael, my old friend. His loyalty will always go to his god, despite our past. His loyalty is unquestionable. Because he discovered Lucifer's plan and informed the god himself. And the heavenly armies of our brewing betrayal. He can see right through the obvious, into the most intimate secrets and the most well-kept lies, he knows it all. Standing in front of me were four heavenly archangels. My horsemen flanked me and my loyal steed was always at my right side. Now is the time to take control.

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."

Ru could remember being terrified as a child when there was a lunar eclipse, and Liddy Brown had insisted the moon would turn to blood, signifying the beginning of the Tribulation. One particular website she stumbled upon caught her interest. It was a listing of demons, complete with artists’ renderings of what they were supposed to look like, dating back to Biblical times. Most of them were horrific and scary looking. Azrael caught her attention. Some of the pictures showed him as a hideous creature with more than one face and dozens of hands and wings, some as a black-winged angel with a dark face, and others as a glowing Archangel of God. “It is said that Azrael was a helper to God, but t

"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."

“That’s my woman. You are nothing compared to her.” Vincenzo stared at me for a full thirty seconds. Then suddenly, he burst into laughter, bending forward as he laughed uncontrollably. “This is too good.” He wiped tears from the corners of his eyes. “But you’re wrong. She’s not your woman.” He took a pause before spelling it out, “She’s your enemy.” My breathing hitched. Pain shot through the severed fingers on my left hand, spreading through my entire body. My voice came out hoarse. “Enough. Tell me, how do I make Rachel come back to me?”

I took in the scowl on Azrael’s face as we wandered through the gardens. “Did you recognize that memory?” There was still so much I didn’t know about these gods, but I was learning a lot from watching Azrael. He was a master at hiding his emotions, concealing them behind one of his mischievous smiles. The way he wielded chaos like a weapon was unusual. Almost like he was using it as a distraction. But what would the god of wolves be trying to distract himself from? His eyes drifted to the hedges that moved, rearranging themselves to further complicate the maze we stood in. “We knew she was aiding our people during the war, but we didn’t know she was slipping into the mortal realm. We didn’t

***** back to heaven immediately I enter the portal of heaven I feel recharged, its holiness and light, I feel like I could finally breathe, the fight with the Dracula bloodline vampire is over, I heard just two angels died, the father is going to take their souls and bring them. , ok I have job to do, I have to go back to earth and be the guardian angel of that baby till it grows I need to protect him and keep him from drinking blood, in heaven, they are different departments I fly to the department of guardian angels, as angel we have chosen sometimes pick who we guard, we come here to register then we are sent to earth either as a human angel or as an invisible angel, as I enter I saw Ang

Akala ko ay bumalik na sila sa loob ng Uni? I was quietly drinking here while Videlle and Natt were talking about something, I didn't know that because I didn't know anything about what they were talking about."It's hot, damn it," I whispered and looked at the emptiness."It's cold," said Videlle, I turned to him with a frown and looked at him from head to toe "The fuck, it's like you're killing me in your brain," "You want me to tell the truth?" I asked sarcastically and raised my eyebrows at him. He moved my face away with his right hand, I immediately removed his hand from my face because of the cold.

I made a face at the memory. Azrael. Almost as old as Heaven, older than the World; the record-keeper for the lives of the departed, he was not an entity I would ever dream of saying "No" to. You might forget who he was, might be swept in by his neat, meticulous, ordered way and his minor vanity of the tailored off-white Armani suit... But he was the Angel of Death, and he could be terrifying when crossed. Oh well. Time to go. I paused, concentrated, shifted... my wings beating downwards, the powerful thrust driving me slantwise through the dream of existence from the clear morning of Memphis to the overcast just-about-lunch of my beloved Wales.