Azrael Diablo Novels & Stories

His eyes widened when Darius suddenly dug Alex’s gravestone using its claws. “Darius! What are you doing?! Stop! I said stop!” he screamed, but Darius just growled and blew fire at him. He avoided it and tried to stop Darius again from digging Alex’s gravestone. The little dragon won’t allow Azrael to get closer to him so he releases a fire while forming a circle around him and Alex gravestone. Azrael couldn’t get nearer because the fire was so big. He couldn’t see what was happening inside the fire. He could hear Darius’ wings flapping while groaning and digging.

” Noticing that I haven’t even made an attempt to speak or even move -since I was practically unable to even breathe anymore- she only continued, “Ookaaay, first things first,” “In case you were wondering, the reason why Azrael isn’t a fallen is that he’s...Well let’s just say he’s not your “regular” Archangel like the others, since he’s one of The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and all that shit... And since his grace is practically bound to my soul...Uh...let’s just say that as long as I’m alive, he’s...He will still be his...usual self...” Even though that last sentence left me feeling somewhat confused -mostly by the way she so evasively explained it- I however chose to mainly focus on

The Awakened Blood King returned. Bloodstorm engulfed Valenfort’s sky. The city trembled as another ancient entity stirred — Azrael, the sealed Blood God. He rose from the earth, half bone, half fire, blood wings eclipsing the moon. Each step cracked ground, shattered space. “At last… the gate opens.” Evelyn trembled but gripped Blood Shadow. She knew one way — sacrifice her soul to close the cycle. She raised the sword, voice shaking but firm: “Azrael… I am your descendant — and your end.”

As they lay dying, their form flickering between shadow and substance, they gasped out one final message: “Azrael… he's coming. The prophecy… must not…” Then they dissolved into nothing, leaving only a lingering chill in the air. “Azrael?” I turned to Liora. “As in, the fallen angel Azrael?” “The same.” Liora's expression was grim. “He seeks to prevent a prophecy — one that involves you, dear one.” That's when my mates finally burst in, skidding to a halt at the sight of my new… accessories.

Azrael's hand falls from his chest, and he chuckles, pleased. Oh lord, now I understand why I gave Cree a freaking migraine. Azrael’s glowing silver eyes take me in as he licks his pale lips. Fuck, is he really going to eat me? He inches closer, and my legs instantly move backward. “What the fuck do you want?” The silver disappears from his eyes, and they fill with darkness. “The same as your wolf-boy.”

" The prince shouted. Drake was trying to smile devilishly. "You're not a respected royal. Why would I respect a useless creature?" He scoffed. "I will kill you; I will kill your heir!" Drake's expression went cold and dark, staring at the prince. "If you dare to hurt my heir... don't let him hunt you down to hell and meet my demon there." Drake seriously muttered "I'm not scared of Satan!" "But you are scared of me." I have the devil's eye... which means I'm Satan. "

This was not how soon they were planning to fight the Angel. "So, he chose me after all," Tenshi muttered. "Oh, you're done so quick, Pika." The Arcangel Pika opened his eyes and stared at the ice blue eyes of his nemesis, the Angel of Death. He hates those dull eyes of Keisuke, they were too cold he can't stand them. "Well I beat him up like you told me to do, didn't I? Plus! You said I can do whatever I like," he told the Angel of Death, his voice sounding annoyed that he was talking to him.

“I’ll make sure to kill you using your own blade when you set foot on earth! Don’t you dare!” Azrael did not respond to what Gabriel said. He just kept looking at us and slowly he smiled. In just a glimpse, he already had a dagger in his hand. "Is that your blade?" Via asked, having also read my mind. "They have the wrong blade, right?" "I have different versions of blade," Azrael replied. "Let's say what they have is something that can make angels bleed, but can't kill them," he gave us with a wide smile. “Now, now ... what should I do with both of you?”

Azrael was in his second year at the academy and he was also a member of the 2nd year Elite Class together with another Prince, Prince Andriel. “Yes. Our class was a little bit different to yours because we had 4 commoners compared to your class that is composed of nobility.” Azrael smiled. “I heard that someone named Dio was a part of your class.” “So? Are you interested in him?” Cassiel said as she looked him in the eye. Azrael patted her head. “Not really. I’m just here to remind you that you shouldn’t treat others well just because they remind you of our brother.”

the device tried again. “Cristiano, that's the devil's alluring voice. Do not succumb to it again, my son. Be steadfast ”, Azrael whispered to his human and crushed the filigree thing in his fist. Safe was safe. “Yes Lord, I'll do anything, Lord. I will be steadfast, I will not disappoint you, sir ”, Cristiano replied quickly, with a fanatical twinkle in his eyes looking up at the supposed angel. Azrael's mind again encompassed that of the man, and he continued to quote: