Azrael Diablo Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You cannot resist what was born with you. You will either destroy them… or destroy yourself.” Aiden’s chest tightened. “He’s not just fighting them… he’s fighting himself.” --- The Serpents’ Leader Emerges From the shadows, a figure emerged, larger than any other, clad in black and gold, carrying a staff tipped with a glowing blue crystal—the source of Darius’ command over the Serpents. Darius smirked. “Meet the master… the real puppet master.” Aiden’s stomach turned. “Who the hell is that?” The figure stepped forward. The energy around it was palpable, bending the very air. “I am Azrael,” he said. “And I’ve been waiting a long time for you, Luca.”

I pushed the door open and we both stepped in finding Azrael on the floor, growling in pain, his claws digging into his skin as he clawed at his chest. There's blood everywhere. The floor, his face, his body. My heart sank to my stomach. Caspian approached the raging beast, cautiously but deliberately He's half-shited—no, he's switching from human to half-beast to human again. This is not good. “Check the drawer in his closet, you'll find the sacred chains!” Caspian barked. “Get it!” Azrael had gone from growling to full-on roaring now. I quickly moved in search of the chains as I could overhear Caspian trying to handle them.

Azrael said in a trembling voice as his eyes were wild in rage, "She was crying for me; I know it. I felt it in my bones, in my blood! And they dared... they dared to touch her? My Zafira. My mate. My queen. My child! I’ll tear their world apart. I’ll carve their names into the stones of hell before I let them breathe another second of peace. She’s mine! And whoever tried to take her... they’ve already written their death sentence. I’m not coming to rescue her. I’m coming to ruin them" .... Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

There is something dark and ominous about them. "Hello, daughter. " Alec's voice made my jaw clench tight. "I hope you don't mind, but I've brought some friends to help celebrate the full moon tonight." He first motions to the unfamiliar man, "Elias is a guard I met while falsely imprisoned for delivering you your punishments. He is a hybrid, werewolf, and warlock. His powers may have been bound by the Grand Coven, but luckily his mother, Cordelia, was happy to help my cause."

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

They introduced themselves as players of Evangelion, a popular augmented reality game uploaded randomly a year before the quake arrived. With hope humanity has arised and the earth gains the ability to fight back. Now we spend our days holding our swords, trying to live the best out of our remaining days— We all just wanted to survive. I'm Azriel Iliac, the world's weakest. Yes, not the strongest. I’m someone who has to risk his life in the lowest of quest, having no skills whatsoever to boast, my kill record is even hardly commendable. I'm alive yet already dead, always escaping it's call by a slight margin. I cannot even remember myself not being wounded. It is just that the world changed

She jumped back and I heard Clarice exclaim in pride before moving on to the next pair. Leah was limping, still recovering from the blow I'd laid on her weaker leg, slowing down her attempts to dodge my blows. I took advantage of this and started coming at her stronger and faster, laying low blows into her side, staying close to the ground. Leah's fists connected with my back and ribs as I wrapped my arms around her torso, ready to take her down. She planted her feet as I pushed, giving way with just enough time to send me barrelling head first into the mat, my eyes lifting to meet an amused Beta Gideon standing there, watching the whole scene.

His fingers wrap around mine, his grip tight before he yanks me towards him. “Azriel-” “Do not speak another word if you want your soul to be inside that body of yours,” Azriel warns, his voice sounds gravelly, however, the fury in his voice is evident. Instead of walking towards the door that leads to the hall, he tugs me forward in the opposite direction. My heart thunders in my chest as he rounds the building and walks straight towards the forest that now looks nothing but menacing at this time of the evening – inky black and foreboding.