Azrael Diablo Novels & Stories

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.

The taste of blood rose in my throat. "No way. I will never let your bastard humiliate my father." The moment those words left my mouth, both Stella and Hudson's expressions changed. "Who are you calling a b*stard? "Get on your knees and apologize to my Zane." Hudson looked at me with pure hatred. Not being able to give his child a proper name had always been his pain. Now it turned into rage against me. I refused. Stella stepped forward and grabbed the back of my neck.

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.

If anything happens to Raya, he won't be able to forgive himself. He has been reckless enough to not handle Darius right from the start. Deep down, he knew why Darius had her captive; it has everything to do with the divorce papers, and he's sure of that. "Hey, man--" Axel cut him off, "What the fuck happened to the security team?" Axel roared through the phone just as Asher picked up the call. "Cal---" He cut him off, knowing what he would say again: "Don't give me that crap! What the hell happened!?”

- 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.