Azazel Helltaker Novels & Stories

I was beheaded and my body was thrown on the street for dogs to eat. Then I was reborn again as an orphan but I struggled and became the leader of the bloodiest demonic sect , I was a tyrant who created a sea of blood, a literal sea of blood that my sect members thought I was too much of a tyrant and collided with other sects to dethrone me, at the end i was drowned in my sea of blood. Then the head of a terrorist group... A mafia head... Then the number one assassin on earth... Everything ended badly.

"BEHOLD THE SWORD OF HERCULES!!! The armies that recognize my presence screamed to the others but it was all too late as head of Ten thousand rolled on cold grounds of lost souls causing this battle into a blood bath. I lift my head again and roared in turbulence, crushing the heads of the armies of the prince of greed and feeding their blood to the soil of the earth. My beast beheaded and fed on their souls moving at the speed of light and clearing thousands in the blink of an eye. It yelped for joy as it showed its supremacy to the armies of greed. Azazel on the other hand transformed to his most powerful form, forming a shield around himself as he began what he knew how to the best. His e

Book 1 The Shadow of the Haunter In the darkness of the night Waiting for the light to come When the demons in your mind Remind you of the damage done. Always talking, so much to say Like a haunting ghost from the grave And Heaven seems so far away. —Daughtry, Changes Are Coming * * Sometimes, things have a funny way to happen before you can even realize what on earth is going on. Hi, I’m exhibit A.

There was a 4-wheel SUV parked next to it as well as a yellow Ferrari sportscar that--- Well, what the hell was that even doing out in the woods? And how did it get here in one piece?! “If I cared more, I’d probably give you a speech, but I don’t so listen up, because I’m only saying this once,” I said, as I stepped up next to Ashton, making a mental note to sell that piece of crap the second I got my hands on the papers for it. “I’m Alpha Dargan Hellson and I’m your new alpha. The man you see with me is my Beta, Ashton. You can call him Beta Ashton.”

She stared into the mirror, her reflection showing a woman who no longer existed — eyes hollow, body covered in faint bruises and bite marks from weeks of nightly violations. Azrael materialized behind her in the reflection. His true demonic form was magnificent and terrifying: over seven feet tall, powerfully muscled, skin like polished obsidian marble, long obsidian horns curling back from his forehead, and eyes blazing with intense crimson fire. His massive cock hung heavy and thick between his muscular thighs, already twitching with anticipation. “The time has come, my precious broken slut,” he rumbled, his voice vibrating through her body like thunder. “You have served well. Tonight, I

It was home to the largest and most powerful group of pack members who ruled fearlessly, conquering every land they stepped on. Their ruler, Alpha Ahazerous, was a wealthy king blessed deeply by the moon goddess. Strong, feared, and untouchable. But one day, during a long and bloody war, a neighboring pack rose against them and began to win, killing many of Ahazerous’s warriors. In fear and confusion, the king sneaked out of the battlefield and rushed to see their priest, wanting to know why the goddess had turned her back on them. But when he arrived, he found the priest murdered right in front of his home.

The Hall of Records was no longer a silent cathedral of stone; it had become a loud whirlpool of raw, unfiltered existence. As Kael's hands remained glued to the white crystal pedestal, the Spark of the Designer in his chest acted as a universal translator. It turned his biological memories into a high-density "Narrative Pulse" that hammered against the Akasha-Parasites. The air in the vault thickened, not with smoke but with the Weight of Sentience. Every pillar of acoustic quartz began to glow with a different hue: crimson for the wars of the Old World, deep forest green for the first awakening of the shifters, and a bright, brilliant gold for the birth of the Synthesis.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

Lila followed the ritual exactly — black candles, fresh blood from her palm, the ancient words spoken at midnight under a blood moon. The air grew thick and hot. The candles flared unnaturally high. Then the shadows in the room coalesced into something massive. He stepped out of the darkness like he owned it. Azrael was beautiful in the most terrifying way. Towering over seven feet tall, with obsidian skin that seemed to drink in light, glowing crimson eyes, and a muscular body carved from pure sin. Horns curved back from his head, and massive black wings were folded behind him. His presence filled the room with raw, ancient power.