Azazel Dxd Novels & Stories

Azazel is back to being cold, harsh, and ruthless. But instead of being scared, I felt something else. He's waking up something in me. Azazel stood up and took a cup of wine. He drank it and lit a cigarette. I noticed how he lit it up while looking at me. I paused biting my lower lip as I examined his body. I only just took a good look at it. His complexion isn't that white, he's not tanned, and his skin tone is just right. His body is not a joke. I'd say he's got a body to die for. Just by looking at him, you can tell he has a tough body. He has broad shoulders, a chiseled chest, and six tight abs. Any woman would want to have her body touched. They will do everything just to be with him fo

Surely this was a mistake. “No, unfortunately it is not.” A deep guttural voice said behind him. The voice was chilling to say the least, what was more chilling was the eyes that peered back at him when he turned to verify it was who he thought. Azazel stood over 6ft tall, just like his twin Abaddon, he had midnight colored hair and crystal blue eyes. One would think they were pretty if they didn’t know what was hiding behind them. “You’re a long way from your kingdom, your majesty.” Daniel stuttered. Azazel was the only person Daniel feared. He was in charge of making sure Daniel knew the consequences of letting a soul slip through his fingers.

I wasn’t fragile, I know I wasn’t excited, I know. Those were the four-lettered words I was currently battling with. W.I.F.E. He pulled me possessively to his chest as he announced to everyone holding me to his well-built, hard chest. “Just so you all know, she is mine! And you know better than to dare lay a finger on her! I, Alpha Zale Van Dizetro, hereby claim her as my mate.” he warned, roaring out loud to everyone. And with that, he grabbed me tightly on my wrist. People quickly made way for him to pass in order to avoid trouble.

“About bloody time, you two showed up. I was starting to feel foolish standing here looking at the time on my cellphone like a wanker.” Kell gives him a wolfish smile and shrugs. “Sorry, bro.” He mutters with a not so sorry voice. Azazel gives him a withering glare. “Yeah, right, mate, sure you’re sorry.” He says with a sarcastic snicker. It’s strange to think about Azazel uncomfortable anywhere. He’s just such a large presence. The man is over six feet tall, with gold, blonde hair, and amber-colored eyes. He’s muscled and attractive. I mean, he can give a young Brad Pitt a run for his money with his movie-star looks. Today he’s wearing black jeans, a white Henley, steel-toed boots, and a bl

The tension in the air was palpable, as if the very essence of the Devildom held its breath, anticipating the outcome. Without hesitation, Feziam made the first move, launching himself towards Azazel with a burst of infernal energy. The ground trembled beneath their feet as their powers clashed, sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield. Azazel swiftly evaded Feziam's initial onslaught, using his agility to his advantage.

he cursed. “Hello,” he answered the call, still standing there. “Boss,” it was Chandler, “the cabin is pretty burned down,” he told his boss, looking around the ruins of what was once a cabin. “It’s okay,” Azazel put his face under the shower head, “I will send someone to rebuild it,” he hung up on his security, he looked down at his hard-on, which was proudly standing up now, “Why use my hand when I have what I wanted right in my room?” he uttered to himself and grabbed a towel stepping out of the tub.

We landed with my back facing the ground full of marbles, shattered bottles, and garbage while she landed in a kneeling position with her blazing eyes still staring at me and her hand on my neck. “Never forget that I AM MIKHA’EL,” She said in a thundering voice that made the whole place shake, and she stood up and spread her wings and flew away in her phoenix form. Like nothing happened. Yes, I am nothing compared to her. HE IS MICHAEL who disguises himself as a teenage girl. WTF?

Sitting at a table with Kyle, Steve, Suzie, and Grayson I cannot stop myself from staring at Alpha Zac as he addresses the pack. I thought Grayson was delicious-looking, but fuck he was just a snack compared to Alpha Zac. He is built like a sex god. He was at least a foot taller than me, with chocolate brown hair that was perfectly tousled. Longer on the top, short on the sides. Piercing blue eyes, the same color as the rivers around us. A slight bit of scruff was neatly outlined on his sharp jawline. I could see every budging muscle under his dress shirt. Corded forearms were showing as his sleeves were rolled back.

Frowning, Gadriel walks up to Azazel and mutters, “Azazel, what are you doing here?” Azazel gives the council members a disrespectful scowl and pulls Nevaeh into his embrace. “Not that it’s any of your bloody business, but I’m selling my Hellcat to Alexander. He showed interest in it a couple of weeks ago, and I was in the market, so I brought my lady here to get one last ride before it exchanged hands.” Lukan’s expression sours as he tries to find a way to discredit Azazel’s claim. “Really?” He says in a disbelieving tone.

It wanted to fall into place. I forced my breath steady, the way my mother taught me, the way you steady your hands before stitching a wound. Then I spoke the only words that had ever worked. “ASH.” Black cinders rose off the floor, spiraling around the circle. The runes flared, resisting, but the ash didn’t care. It tightened, thickened, becoming a wall—around Dax’s ankles, around the etched lines, smothering the glow. For one heartbeat, the pull on him eased.