Azael Meaning Novels & Stories

"Let me in, brother, let me help you... this path you have chosen, it will consume you. You cannot do this alone, no matter how much you want to..." "...The Ceruleanian you yearn for is no ordinary resident in Cerulean but the Prince. He is Azrael, the direct descendant of the first of the Four Great Gods. This means he not only shares the celestial essence with Obenis himself but has a soul linked to the Third Heavens." He paused for a moment before continuing. "It cannot go on, Azazel. This cycle is doomed to failure. Yes, you can send yourself into the Great Cerulean Palace Halls unnoticed, but once you do as little as share a kiss with Azrael, you both shall begin to transform, taking in

“Have you ever met, Azazel?” She nods her head, “The really hot British guy?” I give her a mock glare. “I’m the only hot guy you should remember.” She rolls her eyes. “Sure, sure… Wait!” She jumps up, shocked. “…is Azazel a supernatural too?” “Yes, Azazel is a demon.” She nods her head as if unsurprised. “It totally makes sense. I mean, no human man can be that gorgeous.” My eyes narrow. “Seriously?” She ignores my stare. “Well, are you going to call him or not?”

His tiger eyes landed at me, looking at me for a second too long before he said, “My name is Azrael. I am the Alpha of the Moon Goddess White Moon’s warriors.”

Break the rules and we kill you, why sugarcoat it? Before Hexton can get another word out, one of the competitors steps forward, frantically unzipping the back of her bodysuit and pulling her headpiece off revealing her face to a shocked crowd. She’s new to The Tournament and goes by the codename Azrael, named after the Angel of Death because that is exactly what she is. She prefers to give people painless deaths, allowing them to just go peacefully in their sleep. I feel perhaps Hexton invited her this year just to shake things up. The fact she gives people such painless deaths indicates an amount of compassion many of us don’t possess, which doesn’t make her suited for this type of thing a

[Dear Aysel, I hope you will never have to receive this letter. But if you do then either I am unable to reach you or I am gone. If either of these happens, I want you to join the Royal pack as the beta. The authorities won’t refuse as they are bound to keep the last request of a dying wolf. I know this is probably a selfish request, but… this way I can keep you safe even after I am gone. I serve Prince Azriel, the next-in-line monarch. Being in his circle will keep you from falling prey to countless things. I hope you will consider this. Remember I will always love you and always be with you. Love, Kaizen]

I now know that this was the work of The Keepers. His name, Azrael, meant Angel of Death. This was not a lie. The amount of havoc he and Andres wreaked after splitting, was insane. Before that, and this was hundreds of years ago, we crossed paths. Azrael was on a mission to collect ingredients for his split. None of us knew exactly what he was doing at the time, but he was very determined to get things done. I was seeing a woman back then. She was a Vampire, of course, so she actually liked me for me, and not because of my Reaver charm. She was drawn to me because of who I was.

This man shows so much momentum and character that it is difficult for me to keep my sanity when my eyes connect with his eyes. -Here is your order sir .... -Blackwell -He answered with a sideways smile- My name is Azael Blackwell, it's a pleasure, Miss Amanda. Holy Christ, I bit my lips, I don't know what was wrong with me, my jaw seemed to be trembling. And the thing is, I've seen a lot of handsome men in my life, but, this man, he seems to be wrapped in an enigmatic air of mystery and power, and that, I can turn the face of any female, even, man.

he said then vanished into thin air. He's just a necromancer? No. A necromancer is not physically able to keep up with a vampire's speed, nor have the strength of a werewolf and a fox. Azazel is not JUST a necromancer. While running, Azazel is smirking. He thinks that it is time to have a little father and daughter reunion. She let Nerissa live her life the way she wanted to years and not bothering her, but he always knows when something happened to her.

Harper frowns. “For me?” she asks. “Of course, my love! You are my only reason for celebration; you, Raziel and Aysel.” “Wow! I see you've already come up with a nice name. What do they mean?” Harper asks. “Do you like it? Raziel comes from the Hebrew, and means ‘keeper of secrets’. It also pairs perfectly with Aysel.” Daniel sips his drink. “Yes,” she nods her head. “Plus they combine with Daniel.” She smiles. He shrugs. “I must admit that Raziel is much better than the one you told me last week.”

Abere said, recounting her harrowing tale. “It must have taken an eternity to escape that place. I never imagined you could return, Abere! Come closer.” “Your Highness, Azazel!” Abere, an elven woman, had endured those long cycles of punishment solely to save the one she loved. Azazel, a prince of the elven world, had been exiled long ago due to his descent into madness. Possessing powers that leaned more toward the demonic than the elven, he had earned the enmity of all the elves in Green Land.