Azrael Diablo 소설 & 이야기

I looked away from my mother, and she raised an eyebrow at me, clearly annoyed by me. “Enough, Myla, yelling at them is not going to do you any good. They knew what they were doing, a whole bottle of champagne cannot be emptied by accident.” Luna Netania, Diablo’s mother, said, looking at mom. “The two of you are going to need to freshen up. And I am going to send you painkillers as well as glasses of water. You are going to need them to be dealing with what is to come later.” “What is going to happen later?” Diablo asked his mother, and she shook her head at him.

[Aysel] Alessia and I race towards the palace. What the hell is wrong with Azriel? First, he asks Kai to practically throw me out of the premises and now he is trying to kill Aiden. I feel too overwhelmed to even think about whether or not the wolfsbane is responsible for this. Damn. We reach Aiden’s office and Alessia cries out as we find Azriel choking him to death. Aiden’s eyes have almost bulged out at this point.

He’s the only one who flashes a smile but Azrael gave him a glare. The last boy was Radeuriel, has clean fringed-up chestnut brown hair and is the tallest and leanest. His ocean blue eyes fits with his long and narrow nose and thin lips that smiles eerily for Azrael. For an Angel, he has a piercing on his left eyebrow and lower lip. They were the Angel of Wrath, Mercy, the Earth, Command and the Archives, respectively. “Give this up. You know it won’t work.” Yerachmiel said, his voice is set as a quiver.

And with the way those monsters appeared, I fear what will happen once they turn their attention back to us. Distracting me from my grim thoughts, Azazel takes my hand and leads me to the rock. We both look up at the jagged mountainous landscape as we approach. “Is that the entrance?” Azazel points to the narrow opening of the cavern. I nod. “Yeah, that’s it, but we have to be careful there’s this moat below with some kind of blue lava.” Azazel’s head snaps back to mine with surprise. “What did you say?” I walk closer, step on top of a large boulder and gesture to the dark, ominous crevice below. Like before, the flowing liquid glides smoothly through the rocks. Azazel gazes down to get a be

Ezra, who was sitting beside me, got up from his chair and extended a hand to the Lycan, shaking it. “I believe that you of all people should be aware of my support for Mikhail.” Ezra answered, raising an eyebrow at Killian. “The main question is why are YOU here? I believe that you are a rival?” “Yes, I was a rival to Mikhail’s father, but that does not mean that I have to be toward his son. You know, a family rival can end somewhere, and I choose for it to end with his father.” Killian said, looking at Mikhail who frowned at the sight of the Lycan. Ezra put his hand on his chest, pushing him back.

“And you… stole my crown. And now you’ve brought her into it.” He glanced at me like I was a puzzle, dangerous and fragile all at once. “She doesn’t belong here. Neither of you do. But I will fix that.” The air shifted, heavier now, and the shadows leaned in closer to us. The underworld itself seemed to shiver at Kael’s presence. Before I could react, Azrael appeared. Not in judgment — not yet — but with the weight of eternity pressing down. Wings of iridescent white, sword sheathed at his side, eyes glowing with warning.

And froze. A male crouched by the low, crackling fire—dark hair tousled from the wind, worn leather jacket hugging broad shoulders, horns curved elegant and deadly sharp like polished obsidian. Those red eyes fixed on me with pure, unfiltered venom, glowing faintly in the morning light. Azrael. The incubus.

Jordan said. “What is the Azrael’s blade and how was it formed?” Penelope asked and the hall was quiet for sometime. “The Azrael blade originally belongs to the angel of death. It was formed in the bowels of hell by the great self acclaimed Lord of hell, Lucifer Morningstar. The blade was stolen during the wars between angels and demons and since then, it has been passed unto many humans and has lost its true essence, you are currently in possession of it” Jordan said and Penelope knew it was the end for her and he was certainly having her powers.

he pouted. Jane snorted behind her and she ignored her. "I know, I know," she replied, "but I mean it this time. I don't want to be a bad mum anymore." He shrugged, "okay. Come meet my new friend, mum." Estella rose to her feet with a ready smile which immediately turned into a horrified look as her eyes met the blue gaze of a man she thought was firmly in her past. Diego El Diablo; her former boss and the father of her child.

Elira and Theron stood on opposite sides of the vale, forming a ring of star-magic and shadow. Kael held Selene steady, even as her fingers bled silver sparks. She whispered his name, just once. And then—he stepped back. --- The wind howled. The ground shimmered. And from the crack in the vale— He stepped through. Azrael. Still wearing his old silver cloak. Still tall, still too beautiful. But changed. His eyes no longer held cruelty. Only remorse. And a deep, humming sorrow. --- Selene’s voice was barely audible. “You’re late.”