Azazel Dxd Novels & Stories

Dante looked between us for a second, trying to process what he was seeing, his eyes having grown a lot more exhausted within the past hour, I couldn’t help but worry about him. “You wanted to know why that prick wants the compass, don’t you?” the girl, my mate, asked, looking at me. My eyes were fixed on Anastasia who was wearing a jacket on top of her bloodied shirt. The wound on her chest was completely healed, and the woman was standing on her feet, healthy, and alive? “Who the fuck are you?” I asked, growling at the woman.

I have to say these two are disgustingly enamored with each other. “I think you should talk to Azazel,” Fallon states. Before I can argue, he holds his palm up and says, “I know that it’s the last thing you want to hear, but Azazel works for the Council, and he might have access to heavenly tomes that the supernatural public wouldn’t have access to.” Jaw tight, I release a frustrated breath. “Let’s say I agree to talk to that git. Who is to say he will help me?” Bree answers for him. “He might not do it for you, but he’ll do it for Lana. You know that Zoe, Lana and I are best friends.”

He growled as his tongue twisted, lip biting, and completely demolished her mouth. She shook her head as her tears became so harsher and then suddenly the heavyweight was lifted off and Damien was flicked back. “You’re sick Alpha Damien. What about Marlene and your baby boy huh?” Ace says as he growled at him, his canines making him a deadly threat. “Fuck off Alpha Ace, this is none of your fucking business,” Damien said, making Ace smirk. “Leave now,” Ace said firmly, his eyes turning from grey to black. His wolf begging to be out.

Zadicus shouted, losing his posture and breaths, it was getting heavy on his mind at this point and body. His skin was burning from places, hurting like hell but he continued, “Malicious Growl. Concealed Darkness.” He opened two at the same time, emitting an intense aura of powers. “Unholy Path!” Katastrofi tried to stop Zadicus with hand coming from the ground but Zadicus cleared them all in one attack. “Fiend Forgery.” When Zadicus called the one from Aziel, his heart broke. That night flashed before his eyes, shattering his hopes and dreams at one joke.

The girl was left dumbfounded. The girl in a cape was the last psychopomp called “Azrael”. She’s the guardian of souls of the living and the dead. She uses the name “Azrael” when she’s in the land of the dead while she lives under the name of “Melinoe A. Cadman” in the human world. She is a beautiful girl who has long black and silver blue hair that lived for three-thousand years. She’s an immortal and kept living with the human family as the daughter of “Cadman”. She’s been the only daughter of this family for thousands of generations that she was reincarnated.

She slumped on the ground helplessly. "Do you think they can save you? You don't know what was coming before!" Azazel said as he let out a bark of evil laughter. For some reason, his eyes were shining green. "I wonder who your daughter is. I pity her so much," Adira said in her raspy voice. "You will be surprised to know her," Azazel replied mirthfully. Adira felt a foreboding feeling as she looked at him. This man was just as twisted as the dark magic. No wonder he was attracted to the dark magic.

“That’s why he was locked away in the first place. Nothing can truly destroy him.” “Immortal beings... what a pain. What’s so great about being immortal anyway? Doesn't a creature like that get tired of living?” “He would be tired if he still had a heart. But Azazel is different; he doesn't care about anything. As long as he hasn't achieved his goals, he will keep clinging to life,” Joe explained. “Well, it sounds like he’s just making things difficult for himself. By the way, is this car only capable of going this slow? Do I need to get out and push?” Drex asked mockingly.

With a roar of pure strength, Derrick shoved the spear upward, throwing Azrael off balance for just a second. He turned his head slightly, glancing back at me with a grim look. "Get up, Jinx! I can't hold him forever!" Azrael snarled, his face twisting into a mask of pure hate. "Another bug to crush. I'll peel the skin from your bones, boy!"

Crymillia was able to use Demonic Skills and [Supreme Regeneration] while Azazel had Heavenly Arts and holy elemental attacks. With every attack that Azazel was able to land on Crymillia, she kept getting weaker. Her ultimate form allows her to heal even holy element attacks, only at a very slow rate. “You really did get stronger, I’ll say that.” Azazel threw a comment. “But I am still superior.” Crymillia was breathing a bit heavily but maintained her composure. “It seems so.” “I’ll let you go if you tell me what you need the crystal for.” “I already told you. No reason really, but Pearl might know what to do with it.”

said Darby.They spent the night in the magic cottage which was invisible to the people and to Azazel._____________________________"Your majesty, now we have lost a cure," said Stoker.Azazel was leaning back on the sofa chair, gulping the glass of wine.In front of him were placed a few bottles on the table."I know," he answered."We have nothing now, your majesty," Stoker said."We don't have the gemstone...the ancient book...no witch...and we lost the cure," he added.Azazel was quiet, the only sound of his breathing can be heard, his nostrils slowly rising up and down.Another moment and he clashes the glass on the wall, rubbing his chin roughly.He was trying so hard to control his anger._____