Azazel Dxd Novels & Stories

The latter stared at me with fear in his eyes, his hands were shaking as his gaze fell to the floor. “Turns out you aren't good at taking orders after all,” I pointed my gun at him. The sound of bullets darting towards the man's flesh felt good in my ears. I fired several bullets before finally stopping. I left the room with a smirk on my lips. I dialled her number and waited, “I'm done here.” “Excellent job as always, Azalia,” - Meanwhile, Zakael Dela Priego and his friends were having a good time at Lucid Haven. It was Zakael’s birthday and there was no way his friends would let him get away without him spending money and buy them a few drinks.

the guy had enough to worry about without being hound by a bunch of rank-hungry females. “Dad said he thinks he’s around our age, and if the goddess picked him, he’s at least 25.” Davy sat back on the sofa and watched the parade of she-wolves with disapproval written all over his face. Before he met Liz, he rejected rank-diggers, as he called them, left and right. “I hear he’s pretty scary-looking actual, so this will be a show when all these she-wolves see him.” Cory chuckles. “What’s he look like?” I mean, I had to ask.

Rachel excitedly introduced me to the rest of the pack who had been away on a business trip and only just arrived back from what I had gathered. "Hello Luna, my name is Natasha." One of the girls exclaimed. She seemed nice as she went round the room telling me who everyone was. " And you?" I called out to the girl who was throwing daggers my way. She scowled and stared at the floor. I found this very disrespectful behaviour towards someone who was meant to be their future Luna and found myself snapping at the girl. "Is this how you treat your future Luna. Perhaps the alpha will have something to say about this." The room fell silent as the girl glared at me.

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"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

His eyes widened when Darius suddenly dug Alex’s gravestone using its claws. “Darius! What are you doing?! Stop! I said stop!” he screamed, but Darius just growled and blew fire at him. He avoided it and tried to stop Darius again from digging Alex’s gravestone. The little dragon won’t allow Azrael to get closer to him so he releases a fire while forming a circle around him and Alex gravestone. Azrael couldn’t get nearer because the fire was so big. He couldn’t see what was happening inside the fire. He could hear Darius’ wings flapping while groaning and digging.

he ground out angrily I struggled to pry his hand away, but I was just an adolescent angel in training, newly winged and not yet strong enough to take on someone of his caliber, Azeazel was a full-fledged Archangel and a commander of an elite squad of Angels, he was centuries old despite the fact he only looked like he was in his late thirties. standing at all of six feet, well-built and heavily muscled from years spent as an elite warrior, shoulder length black hair that was greying at the temples only served to make him look more distinguished and imposing,