Asriel Themes Novels & Stories

“Sorry, luv. I didn’t mean to be such an arse about it.” Creighton clears his throat and moves towards a large table. “All bantering aside, why are you two here?” Azazel puffs out a breath and moves towards the table with a loose stride. “I’m here because my mate is the siphon that Marael is using to end the world.” My stomach tightens at his words. Even though I know that I’m the siphon, it still pains me to hear it. Azazel must notice my discomfort because he extends his hand towards me and gives me a gentle smile.

In total there are 25 themes which are as follows; 1) Theme Of Death 2) Theme Of Survival 3) Theme Of Sacrifice 4) Theme Of Power 5) Theme Of Fear 6) Theme Of Anger 7) Theme Of Love 8) Theme Of Hope 9) Theme Of Revenge 10) Destruction and Chaos 11) Theme Of Peace and Happiness 12) Theme Of Discovery 13) Theme Of Pain 14) Theme Of Era 15) Good Vs Evil 16) Theme Of Courage and Perseverance 17) Theme Of Conflict 18) Theme Of Redemption 19) Theme Of Friendship 20) Theme Of Heroism 21) Theme Of Corruption 22) Theme Of Suffering 23) Theme Of Freewill 24) Fate vs Freewill 25) Negative impact of Greed.

“Don’t you see? I can control human emotions. I have an army of angels. I am higher and more powerful than him now, and now you still choose to reconcile with him rather than to your own brother?” “We are twins. You are death and I am life” “How can you become life?” “I am the rebirth of everything. The rebirth of the new angels and the new humanity” I laughed at what he said because he will never be the rebirth. All he wants is chaos because he is hungry for power and the throne. That makes him ambitious.

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.

“Stop him before it’s too late!” But many of them didn’t move. Some couldn’t. Because now they saw him—not just as a threat. But as something they hadn’t known they were missing. Azriel was remembering for all of them. Serros dismounted, his void-black blade drawn. “You want to rewrite history?” he roared. “Then burn with it!” Azriel stepped forward to meet him, the Hollow Throne glowing softly behind. “You already burned it,” he said, raising his sword. “I’m just letting it speak again.”

“We'll figure it out. Now we need to focus on the present so that Arsel has a future.” Selene swallowed hard and then sighed heavily before sitting up and looking at the Goddess seriously. “Okay, I want details about what's really going on,” Selene said. “Azael couldn't tell me anything because he said something about destiny that must be fulfilled, and I have a thousand ideas in my head, ideas ranging from the most stupid to the most conspiratorial.” The Goddess smiled. “You are the living example of Azael,” said the Goddess. “You and your mother are the ones who most closely resemble his personality.”

~ARIEL~ I was finally back at home with Ashton's family after several grueling days spent with the Soul Keepers, during which I was constantly bombarded with their relentless orders and directives. I was exhausted from the constant demands. Being forced to endure their presence, witnessing Ashton and Hazel together every moment—it all drained me emotionally and physically. It felt as though life harbored a deep resentment against me, possibly justified given the lies I had spoken to Ashton and his family—the people who had warmly embraced me into their lives, offering genuine kindness and trust despite my deceit.

"Frankly, I don't give a fuck what you think, Maren. Besides, I doubt that Asriel shares your point of view." She burst into laughter. "Asriel? When he mentioned you for the first time, I knew that he wanted you as his new toy, but you will never become anything else. He will play with you. He will break you. And then he will throw you away. You want to know why? Because he belongs, and he will always truly belong to me." I snorted, jerking my hand out of her grip. "Keep telling yourself that, Maren. Do you want to know what I think? You are a seductress, and yet he has resisted your charms. He treats you as if you were his secretary and orders you around."

"Do not mistake the shield for a lesser weapon than the sword. The coin holders may be the blade that strikes the beast, but you, Thalia, are the shield that will guard the world while they strike. What good is a sword that saves a kingdom of ash and bone?" Her words settled over me, not extinguishing the cold knot of dread in my stomach, but giving it shape. She hadn't said we could stop my father. She had only told me what to do when we failed. K'tthar's return was a fixed point, an unstoppable tide. And my duty was to protect as many as I could from being swept away. "You have done remarkable work," Amelia said gently, her voice steadying me. "You saved Cassius, the Elven King. You brough

ALESSIA I couldn’t even organize my thoughts. I didn’t know whether I was angry or jealous—angry that they had moved on so quickly to Ashira or jealous that she was the one they called their mate. My emotions were a tangled mess. I didn’t even understand my own feelings. “Doctor, Azriel has been sick since the day you stopped showing up. His heart has been beating so slowly,” Axel’s voice cut through my thoughts. His tone carried that fake, annoying, pitiful expression. He was lying. I knew he was.