Aziraphale Bible Novels & Stories

Love Raziel. His words were written in 14k gold on a piece of parchment. I laughed out loud at my realization because of course they were. This man was the most extra person I had ever met. I admired the way his handwriting looked like that of an angel. Perfect calligraphy lined the note, making me question if he was honestly even real. I gently set the note aside and opened the box, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful golden necklace. The pendant was a stunning crescent moon, adorned with intricate filigree and vines, mirroring the exact design of Raziel's mark.

Hades turned his attention towards the metal contraption as it remained suspended in the air; strolling towards it. He leaned closer, gazing through the bars at the sleeping child; his eyes widening in shock as he turned back to look at the psychopathic lord. “She looks like ... Like our ...” The lord of hell nodded again, walking towards his brother; his pace slow. “Indeed, brother. Just like our mother.” He paused, watching as the little princess slept; her small frame curled into a ball on her side. “Her eyes are also a deep violet, just like hers.”

He rasped when his whole length was finally in me and I chuckled before kissing him on the lips. "Yes my king" THE END I'm not really good with endings so yeah :) Please check out my other book; 'KING MICAH: World Beyond The Ruins.' It's about the son of Celeste and Elijah.

not your witch side. When she came of ascending age, she realized she had more power than a normal Lycan witch. She harnessed that power and became the High Priestess of her original coven. When I met her, she was on her way to becoming Queen. She was doing what we thought was impossible. She was bringing the communities together. Lycan’s, witches, werewolves, and hybrids all living in one community. Working together. She did that. She was extraordinary woman, and I was lucky she was my mate. After her coronation there were some who were completely against what she was trying to create. My father was one of them. Being the Emperor of all lycans and werewolves, he felt like his rank was bein

“Zephyr made a huge discovery on his grimoire.” At Lizzie’s cue, Zephyr placed the book that was beside him at the table. He opened it and turn the pages until he had reached the end of the book. It was blank. There were no writings on the last page, it was not even a page, it was the void space at the back of the cover. “What about it?” Amilia asked. “Look, the story ended saying about the heritage of the girl that was cursed. There was no next page when we read it but see this.”

Zafira’s heart skipped a beat and her eyes were wide with disbelief as she understood his words. "Our Raffy is born this way and he is our son", Azrael finished as his voice was unwavering, but there was a strange softness in his eyes as he spoke of their child. "How is it possible, Azrael? How is it possible?", Zafira asked and her voice was shaking. She stared at him as she was stunned and her mind was unable to make sense of his words. Azrael said nothing as his silence was only making her panic more. Suddenly, something clicked in her mind. Her eyes widened as a thought struck her. She sat down on the bed, her legs were weak, and then shoved him away with all her strength.

He asked us to move away from Zephyr to allow air circulation around him. “Ila, check his pulses and tell me if they turn weak,” Archer said and lady Ilana scuttled beside Zephyr, keeping her fingers on his pulses. “Messiah!” Kazeal roared. Janus stood in front of me and Willa, glaring right into Kazeal’s eyes. He drew out his wand and aimed a green spark from his wand towards the ground. The complete graveyard started glowing green. In no time, the green light over the ground took the form of souls. Souls of the dead. The souls surrounded Zephyr while Archer administered CPR on him.

Amber said before she could complete what she was saying. “That’s right,” Hazel didn’t deny it and she went ahead to say, “Aiden came to see me with this book. It is the book of prophecy.” Amber looked down on the book and leaned forward before opening the pages but all she saw was blankness. Raising her eyes up to look at Hazel, she asked with a frown, “Why doesn’t it have any words? Or is it that I can’t read it because I am mortal?” “Anyone can read it,” Hazel replied, “but the words disappeared immediately after the last war.”

The long road back to trust. Saphira’s staff struck the stone. “Speak to it,” the elder commanded. “But beware. It hears only truth.” Zara stepped forward, every breath scraping her lungs. “I am Zara Cole Vale,” she said, her voice carrying the tremor of memory. “I am witch and wolf, love and fury. I seek your light to steady the Vale, not for myself but for all who live beneath this sky.” The bloodroot trembled, releasing a faint hum—a note that resonated inside her skull. A whisper followed, soft as silk, sharp as glass. What will you surrender to keep the world from falling?

said Ayan. King Zedekiah got up suddenly. His eyes were filled with anger. Ayan subconsciously took a step back. “ If you had agreed to help me, do you think we would have been in this situation?” he asked angrily. His eyes started glowing red. “Your majesty, the deity is a force to be reckoned with. She can not be easily defeated” said Ayan defensively. King Zedekiah kept quiet for something before speaking up. “Have you heard of the water of azara?” asked king Zedekiah.