Azazel Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was the woman he saw a while ago inside the club, the one with the short hair carrying a black briefcase. “Hey!” Zakael called her out but the lady kept walking away. Zakael frowned and ran towards her until he bumped onto her back. “What the fuck is your problem?” Azalia turned around and glared at the man who bumped her like a freaking bull. This woman cursed like a sailor.

"I am Azazel." . . . #TBC

His sole focus was on finding her, on locating Athena amidst the chaos. “Where the fuck is she, Hans?” Azazel growled like one of the lions of the Sabi sands. Hans remained silent, his hands snapping together in a signal. In response, another man entered the room. Azazel's gaze narrowed as he recognized the familiar face, a sense of recognition tugging at his memory. There was something about this man, something he had seen before, but the details eluded him. Then, he noticed the man's missing eye, a distinct feature that triggered a surge of disbelief within Azazel.

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.

Synestra’s P.O.V. Lucifer had one of his men lead me to a room, the man looked young maybe just a year or two older than me. He was tall and thin with pale skin and chocolate brown hair. He was an attractive man but in a different way than Damien and Gabe. He was attractive in the most unassuming way. He carried himself with confidence but I could tell by his eyes he wasn't cocky like Damien had been. He had kind eyes. As we walked down the long corridor he chatted aimlessly. I learned his name was Azazel, He had grown up in the palace and was very close friends with Damien.

“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

I don't trust Lyra, and I don't think I ever will, but trying to refrain myself from wanting her so badly is an urge I can't fight against. "It's the curse, isn't it?" Damien asked. My fist clenched, knowing that he was right. I hated the part where he knew everything. Clause and Axle aren't aware of the curse that Lyra acted up a few weeks ago. The Curse of the Unbridled Alpha, an ancient affliction that strikes the most powerful pack leaders, renders them helpless against their primal instincts, driving them to surrender to their basest desires and act on impulse. Their control over their actions is fragile as the moon's phases dictate their fate.

There is something dark and ominous about them. "Hello, daughter. " Alec's voice made my jaw clench tight. "I hope you don't mind, but I've brought some friends to help celebrate the full moon tonight." He first motions to the unfamiliar man, "Elias is a guard I met while falsely imprisoned for delivering you your punishments. He is a hybrid, werewolf, and warlock. His powers may have been bound by the Grand Coven, but luckily his mother, Cordelia, was happy to help my cause."

“I have to admit, when I heard about you fucking a demon, I expected a smarter woman. You know, someone who can actually deal with the pressure of being in the presence of a dark one like that. You can imagine how surprised I was when I first heard that you were here in the basement.” “How the fuck?” I asked, turning to look at my parents who avoided my eyes. His eyes hardening as he glared at me. His eyes were void of emotion, and he said nothing for a few seconds as he studied my expression. “Don’t worry, I was just as surprised when I found out about you.” He said, looking at Annalise for a few seconds before turning his attention back to me. “Alpha Alvize, Alpha of the Midnight’s Pack at

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.”