Azrael Diablo Novels & Stories

I was already shaking. And then I realized I was crying. I heard screams, loud screeches like as if, everything was happening again before my eyes. Oh my God... If.... Oh my The pain they must have all went through... My tears were still flowing uncontrollably, and I was shaking with the sorrow I felt at the moment. "And....?" "And nothing Azura.. at that moment you were gone and I went into sleep. That's what happens when we loose the one we are guarding, or they loose their magic. We die temporarily, till another magic being is born for us to bond with.

Rain would come. Azrael, oh how many news and articles have I searched about you, a prodigy and the youngest businessman to ever build a corporation. Why didn't it occur to me that you could possibly discover that I am a creature different from you? I guess I removed the possibility completely. He chuckled for a bit, and if what the humans believe what heaven is, this might be it, at least for me. He smelled so manly with his usual minty scent. My hands cannot help but rest on his broad and hard chest.

“When the Vampire used that name, Asteria, I got chills. I realized then that it did make sense that it could be her, that it almost had to be. She’s one of the only Vampires that’s ever been able to create the sort of shields from Cassidy that she’s experiencing now. The other was Daunator, and he exploded, so I don’t think he could be back.” “God, I should hope not.” Eliza wiggled her shoulders, like she’d gotten the heebie jeebies. “You were there, weren’t you?” Jo asked, straying from the topic slightly, but her curiosity had gotten the better of her. Eliza nodded. “I was there when your mom and Christian used some special grenades he’d come up with to blow Daunator into a billion pieces

Ru could remember being terrified as a child when there was a lunar eclipse, and Liddy Brown had insisted the moon would turn to blood, signifying the beginning of the Tribulation. One particular website she stumbled upon caught her interest. It was a listing of demons, complete with artists’ renderings of what they were supposed to look like, dating back to Biblical times. Most of them were horrific and scary looking. Azrael caught her attention. Some of the pictures showed him as a hideous creature with more than one face and dozens of hands and wings, some as a black-winged angel with a dark face, and others as a glowing Archangel of God. “It is said that Azrael was a helper to God, but t

"Azrael... His name is Azrael," "Azrael?" Maze walks in front of me and observes my face with wide, curious eyes. "So he is an angel then?" I stare at her. "How do you know that?!" Maze shrugs. "Everyone knows Azrael is the angel of death, which is kinda suiting because everyone knows what will happen if you fall in love with an angel," Anxiety washes over me. "That's why I'm trying to forget about the guy," Maze grins in her cheerful way. "Azrael is known for being a player; my mother talked about him the other day, complaining she is losing workers to the parasite. He lives in a castle down south, and apparently, he is hiring maids,"

She remembers their last conversation together. *** "Now say, How will you know who that person is if you couldn't even remember his name?" Satan said mischievously. Azrael looked at him angrily. "I will remember his name!" She said and walked near him then looked him straight in the eyes. "-and If I did! Everything will be back to normal and I won't have to be your reaper anymore!" Azrael said with fury eyes "pfft! HAHAHA--" He laughed hard "--Believe me, you wouldn't want that normal life of yours to come back" He teasingly said.

But he’s a man I’ve known since I was old enough to remember. My father was a cold hearted man to me and my mother. He was an abusing, sadistic, mind fucked man who hated Alessandro just as much as he loved and respected him. The man looking back at me is the man he wanted me to become. I will take back what should me mine and mark my fucking words… Diabla will die.

Azrael, meanwhile, commanded the very fabric of death itself, his sword slicing through the air with an otherworldly glow. The duel raged on, the combatants exchanging blows that shook the earth and sent shockwaves through the skies. Belzebub's sword flashed in the moonlight, striking true time and again, but Azrael's mastery over death allowed him to cheat fate itself. He parried each blow with an almost imperceptible gesture, his eyes fixed on Magdalene's soul with an unyielding gaze.

she whispered, staring into space, “you killed her.” “Yes, Ava, I did and now do you believe me? Do you believe that I am the most dangerous man on earth and the most heartless? Do you understand why you should have put that damn bullet in me that night, even if not for you but for her? Do you understand why you should not dream of anything good with me?” he approached her where she was on the floor and squatted in front of her, “do you know the meaning of El Diablo? Do you understand why I am call that now? I am heartless, Ava, I have no soul, people are not right when they say I sold my soul to the devil because I am the devil himself. My soul has already been consumed in hell and if you s

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.