Azazel Helltaker Novels & Stories

or if they had been paid off to claim someone, the implications of that settled inside me with a frightening certainty, I flew down from the rooftop tracking the reapers scent of sulfur and brimstone, and finally caught up to it, I silently tailed the shadowy cloaked creature using my powers to hide my presence, the reaper headed into the seedier part of town, It entered a bar, A place that reeked of alcohol, human filth, and the kind of people, who dwelled on the dregs of human society, just the kind of place a hell reaper would call home sweet home. I slipped inside and quietly watched as it took a seat in a dark corner, the humans all unaware of its presence, someone else came through the

It halted when the rider spotted her. The guy removed his helmet and it was Kalli. She breathed a sigh of relief. “Kalli!” “I felt it." “It’s happening again.” She took a look around. “I was sucked here. And I thought I’ll be alone. And the guys with melted faces were after me. Someone appeared who frightened them away.” Kalli placed his hand on her shoulder to calm her. “I’m here too.” Aiko realized what he said and nodded. “You’re sucked in too. What’s happening to us?”

The blonde one leans closely and asks, “What do you do?” This is her first time and it’s hilarious. Azrael, annoyed and pissed at Nae, felt a run of mischievousness in her blood, “Fetch the dead.” Azrael said and glanced over the girl on her left side and quickly changed her eye color with the colors of Hell, flaming red.

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

And I don't know if it's because I'm not at my best, but it does give me the creeps. -I'm not going to kill you. -pronunciate calmly. I frown- I'm going to do worse than that. -He pauses in which I get up from the floor leaning with my left arm on the corridor wall.- I'm going to take care of moving away from all the people you care about you. I'm going to make them suffer, I'm going to kill them, and I'm going to make sure they hate you. I gulp. Right now because of the dizziness I see two Harrisons Tucson's in front of me, and that's twice as bad as having just one- You're going to be left alone, Azael Volkov. And you're going to suffer as you've never done in your whole miserable life.

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.

Chapter: 24 ****** The allure of power hung in the air as Azazel stood atop the highest pinnacle of Shivvara. His heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and trepidation as he clutched the scepter of authority, a symbol of his newfound kingship. He had fought fiercely, defeating his own father in an intense and grueling duel, to claim the Scepter. Now, with the weight of Shivvara on his shoulders, he embarked on a daring quest that would test not only his fighting skills but also the depths of his love and the true extent of his ambition.

Blake Once I depart from Savage's former pack territory, I go on a journey back to my kingdom, eager to share the impending news with my loyal demonic warriors. As the King of Hell, my reign had begun from the very moment I entered this world, but it was my mother Skyler who had ruled over the fiery realm until I was ready to assume the throne. Thus, it is at the tender age of sixteen that I officially ascended to the position of the ruler of hell, ready to embrace the responsibilities and challenges that lay ahead.

Stephanie couldn’t believe that the person who managed to destroy her soul and mind in one night, had returned to her life to torment her again. And he was engaged with… Amber Young. That was a first since Nathaniel Grant Stevens wasn’t that kind of man. His hate towards women was legendary. He was the most selfish person on the face of the Earth, the most dangerous, the absolute worst. He was the devil reincarnated. Undoubtedly, he was up to something... but what was it? Who was he trying to hurt? Was it just her or Billy too? If something happened to Billy, she... she wouldn’t be able to live with herself.

Both of them turned from where they knelt, to jolt in amazement at who they saw. Pheonix Sephora Beltane, Queen of Igritann, prowled along the ashen ground toward them. Her golden hazel eyes hollow and cold, and swirling with unholy flame. Her pale face was cold and promised death, each of her long graceful strides seemed to make the earth tremble. Every line of her body screamed of power and command, even without the authoritative tone in her voice as she called Lord Daemon. The teleporting Lord's dark skin paled for once at the sight of her, before they shifted - to what was grasped in the Queen's hand. A broken shard of rock - they all knew where it was from.