Novel & Cerita Azazel

Break the rules and we kill you, why sugarcoat it? Before Hexton can get another word out, one of the competitors steps forward, frantically unzipping the back of her bodysuit and pulling her headpiece off revealing her face to a shocked crowd. She’s new to The Tournament and goes by the codename Azrael, named after the Angel of Death because that is exactly what she is. She prefers to give people painless deaths, allowing them to just go peacefully in their sleep. I feel perhaps Hexton invited her this year just to shake things up. The fact she gives people such painless deaths indicates an amount of compassion many of us don’t possess, which doesn’t make her suited for this type of thing a

Cain fell back, shielding me behind him, our bodies flush against each other, his eyes never leaving his opponent as the sky overhead became crowded with angels and Nephilim. “Who is it?” I yelled above the din of wings. His eyes cast upward for a brief moment, then they narrowed. “Penemue and the asshole with the horn is Azazel.” “And?” I prodded him, this was not the time to be the strong and silent type. “And….Penemue is a grade A fucker. He is not on our side. Azazel is though, for all the help he is.” I could hear the eyeroll in Cain’s tone.

“Well, luv, it looks as if your friends are busy. Would you care to join me for a spot?” I quirk a brow at him. He’s definitely not shy. But then again, why would he be; he’s gorgeous. “I don’t know. You’re a stranger, and I don’t even know your name.” Laughing heartily, he reaches his hand out in greeting. “Azazel…my name is Azazel Dark, and I own this club.” Surprised, I place my hand in his and shake it. “I’m Nevaeh. Is this really your club?” He smiles at the sound of my name. “Nevaeh...” He says, licking his lips as if tasting my name on his tongue. And let me tell you, it’s hot to see him do it. Moving c

"I'm not really they're uncle." I watch as shoulders suddenly drop. One of the oldest twins steps forward and gives me a short salute and an eye roll towards Ashrac. "We like to call him uncle because it bugs him. Name's Drayce of the Purple Dragon Clan. We're twelve. This is my brother Ejder of the Purple Dragon Clan." They are both tall and lean with a lot of growing to do, but you can see they'll be the size of Ashrac before long. Both girls dutifully step forward next. They begin at the same time, stop, and then the one on the right speaks. "I'm Zara of the Purple Dragon Clan and this is-"

To keep it controlled under my control. “No…” I hissed, reaching out. She smashed it. A surge of light burst like a scream through the mist, shattering the haze. I screamed as the force tore through me, clawing at the soul I had spent decades tethering together. Delilah stood in the center of it, untouched, unmoved. She looked me dead in the eyes. “Go back to whatever hell you crawled out of,” she said. “Rot there. And stay the hell away from me.”

Zane, the man who always stood tall, always cocky, always sure of himself, is now on his knees, crying and shaking like his entire world has crumbled. “They’ve been behind the fights,” Zane continues, his voice cracking. “The coven. They’re using dark magic, controlling shifters, forcing them to stay in their beast forms. I didn’t know it would get this bad. I swear, I didn’t know.” I stare at him, my mind spinning. I want to hate him. I want to tear him apart for everything he’s done. But seeing him like this—seeing him broken and destroyed—it’s almost too much. I don’t know what to feel.

He shook his head as if to try to physically knock the unwelcome thoughts out of his brain. Gathering his emotions more tightly under control, he squared his shoulders and stood tall, pointing an accusing finger at the dark-haired witch. "You will not destroy me! I am Brandur of Clan Sköll, known as The Destroyer for a reason!" The woman sighed heavily, and he thought he saw her roll her eyes. "Freya help me," Astrid murmured, raising her hands in a supplicating gesture toward the skies. "Once again, Brandur of Clan Sköll, I am not here to harm you. You are far too important for that."

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.