Azrael Diablo Novels & Stories

Azrael said slowly, looking deep into my eyes with his crimson gaze. Pre-cum leaked in thick, slow strings from the head of my cock, stretching toward the floor before dropping in slow plips. Our scents mixed in the air, assaulting my nose and overwhelming my senses further. Azrael, the eldest, stood close to me, his midnight-black hair and his framed face like an ancient Greek god, and his sweet, velvet voice wrapped around me like smoke. Azrael dragged his thick finger in slow, maddening circles around the tip of my cock, pressing slightly into the small opening.

I snapped, pushing past her to open the window wider. “Asphyxia. That's the medical term that covers the entire…concept of suffocation. Just so you know, you know. But it's not like I was trying to kill you, or me. We're too young, and I'm incapable of murder, you know that. I've only ever killed geckos since I was born…” She rambled, trailing off when she saw my death stare. I admit, I was more pissed at the fact that her charred whatever woke me up from my dream. I wished I heard everything my father had to say, but unfortunately, I got woken up abruptly.

They were magnificent terrors, each more alluring and dangerous than the last. Azrael, the eldest Prince of Wrath, stepped forward first. Towering over seven feet with obsidian skin that gleamed like polished night, massive curved horns crowning his head, and molten gold eyes that pierced straight through my soul. His muscular physique was barely restrained by straps of dark leather and chains that accentuated every ridge of his powerful chest and arms. “A bold little mortal,” he rumbled, his voice a deep caress that vibrated through my core. His gaze swept over me slowly, lingering on the swell of my breasts, the curve of my hips, the way my robes clung to my thick thighs. “And what a delic

“I love you, Diablo.” “And I love you, my beautiful angel…”

Azrael says as my father shudders "Tastes like goldfish water to me" he says as Azrael shoots him a glare. Azrael takes a seat across from me, and I really take him in. He's definitely a replica of our dad, the only difference being that his hair is longer and curlier, and his eyes are a light golden brown. He notices my stare and smiles

Dad asked, shaking his head in question. “You are not the only enemies of the prick D’Angelo. He has killed both my parents who were assigned to initially keep the Eye protected. Somehow, Mattia, his sly dog was the keeper, and that resulted in Eva and Leonardo becoming keepers. Now, as much as I wanted to kill the man, the two brothers stopped me” Alpha Sebastian said, making dad frown. “His blood is yours to take, Alessandro” Dante said, smiling at him “you deserve to see his life leaving his eyes more than anyone ever has…”

My eyes widened at the sudden speed Alpha Zale used to lunged towards her and grabbed her in the throat. Tears were glistening from my eyes at this moment out of confusion, frustration. “Zale let go of her!” I screamed in panic that he was gonna kill her. Or maybe he actually did…

The smoke from the light beam cleared, and for a heartbeat, I thought it was over But then, a low, guttural growl rose from the shadows of the darkened cave. Azrael crawled out of the crater my light had made. His skin was charred and peeling, and one of his massive wings hung limp and broken at his side, but his eyes were glowing with a terrifying, murderous purple flame. He wasn't dead. If anything, the pain had made him faster and more dangerous.

Light flared. He screamed—and then gasped. The bleeding stopped. Devin’s eyes opened wide, dazed. “You—” he croaked. “You healed me?” “I didn’t,” Yuri said, breathless. “She did.” The dagger floated beside her again, calm. Obedient. Waiting. For a command. Downstairs – Sang-woo and Soo-ah vs. Azrael Azrael appeared in the garden like a phantom. One moment, the air was still. The next—it burned.

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