Azrael Diablo Novels & Stories

"I am certain of the code. It is an internal Armenise family authorization, the same one that appears on every payroll sheet and every property deed and every transfer order I have translated since I arrived. The date is two years ago. The target is Lorenzo Armenise. The signatory is a single initial, and the only T in the family hierarchy with the authority to authorize a kill order is Don Tobia." She lifts the pail from the well wall and sets it on the ground at her feet. "The priest who buried my mother is still alive. He is old now, older than me, but he remembers what this family did to the people who worked the land before the Armenise name was on the deeds. He has been waiting for som

He gave me a little squeeze before leaving the room. "I'm Rachel, sister of the beta Daniel. If there is anything you need please let me know. I'd be happy to help." She held our her hand to me as she introduced herself. I watched as the alpha left without a word, leaving me and Rachel alone. "You could help me with something." I burst out as an idea crept into my mind. She looked very intrigued but then the smile was quickly replaced with a look of uncertainty. " Have you mind linked with them? That's what I do if I ever need to get a hold of Alpha Ben or Daniel." She said.

Lila followed the ritual exactly — black candles, fresh blood from her palm, the ancient words spoken at midnight under a blood moon. The air grew thick and hot. The candles flared unnaturally high. Then the shadows in the room coalesced into something massive. He stepped out of the darkness like he owned it. Azrael was beautiful in the most terrifying way. Towering over seven feet tall, with obsidian skin that seemed to drink in light, glowing crimson eyes, and a muscular body carved from pure sin. Horns curved back from his head, and massive black wings were folded behind him. His presence filled the room with raw, ancient power.

“You’ve been preparing this for years.” “Yes.” “All the meetings. The quiet alliances.” “Yes.” “The rumors.” “Yes.” Her voice drops to almost nothing. “You never cared about just breaking their bond.” “It was useful,” I say. “But it was never the end.” The hum deepens. Lyra swallows hard. “What is Azrael?” I open my eyes. “An adversary to lunar order.” Her face drains of color. “You’re aligning with something that hates the Moon.” “I am aligning with balance.”

I can feel my neck slowly bending until I see the aisle I am walking on. I am bowing to the demons I wanted to kill. “Don’t be stupid, Mireya,” I felt my eyes sting as I tried to regain my control. My palm curled as I tried to escape whatever spell Azrael had cast upon me. I had exhausted all my energy but I was still under his control. I can hear his footsteps getting closer and closer and the next thing I knew he was already standing beside me, his head bowed like what I’m doing. “Be patient Mireya. Revenge takes time,” he whispered then he smiled and held my hand.

Her eyes went venomous. She spoke slowly, making sure I heard every word. "Letting my son use his ashes as a potty was already giving him face. If it weren't for you, I would have fed his ashes to the dogs." "What... what did you say?" My voice trembled. I could hardly believe my ears. Hudson walked over, arms folded, then hooked an arm around Stella. "Damon, if it weren't for your father, Zane would have been aborted long ago."

I rolled my eyes, lowering my gaze to look back at my wrist as I reached to grab my now full mug, feeling also a little offended even though I still had no idea what was that stupid mark. “You don’t have to stare at it like that, though.” My eyes suddenly snapped up to his once I've felt him quickly grab my shoulders, turning me aside to face him. “Do you even understand the gravity of this situation?” He practically yelled in my face, sounding extremely alarmed, his tone dripping with seriousness. “Huh?” My eyebrows shot up, obviously taken aback by his sudden outburst. “Blake, Azrael is one of the Horsemen,” He kept ranting as I simply stared up at him, clueless.

Axel’s blood boiled as he let out a series of breaths; one look at him and you could tell that he was infuriated and pushed to the wall. He shakes his head. “This is it,” he says. “You have to calm down, and don’t be irr—-” “Track him down; we’re going there,” Axel says, waking out with both of them tailing behind him. They got in the car with Axel driving and following while his AI gave him directions to the location. His blood boiled as he thought of a thousand ways to kill Darius and ran through his head. He wanted so badly to break every inch of his body for laying an inch on his wife.

- Colby says, leaving and closing the door. Angel sighs. He was unwilling to get up and get dressed. Perhaps a clash of cultures was what would decide his destiny. He wears white jeans with several rips, a belt from which several chains come out, a white and extra tight T with a design of two boys in a very romantic position, and he wears his white sneakers and holds his hair in a disheveled bun and leaves several loose ends that fall to the side of his face. He put on his ring and chose a bracelet made of stones in the color of the rainbow. In his ears, he puts three diamonds, one in the right ear and two in the left. He puts on blue navy eyeliner, which makes his beautiful eyes look even p

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.