Azrael Novels & Stories

​The big heavy door to his chamber creaked open, moving slowly on its hinges. ​King Azrael stepped inside. He was a giant of a man, handsome, tall and broad, with bright red eyes that seemed to shine through the dark. Two long, curved horns sat on top of his head, scraped clean and polished until they caught the dark light. He wore long black robes that dragged on the floor, detailed with real gold thread around the edges. His face was stone cold, showing no emotion at all.

he shot back, then added with a wink, “but thanks for the vote of confidence.” “His name,” Seren said suddenly. “It’s Azrael.” We all turned toward her. “I heard it in the echo of the chamber after he left. Not just his name, but his titles. Azrael, the Ashborn. Azrael, Flame Unyielding.” Lazriel looked rattled. “Ashborn… that wasn’t a name. It was a prophecy. A warning, scrawled in one of Sariyah’s oldest grimoires. She burned the page herself.”

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.

The smoke from the light beam cleared, and for a heartbeat, I thought it was over But then, a low, guttural growl rose from the shadows of the darkened cave. Azrael crawled out of the crater my light had made. His skin was charred and peeling, and one of his massive wings hung limp and broken at his side, but his eyes were glowing with a terrifying, murderous purple flame. He wasn't dead. If anything, the pain had made him faster and more dangerous.

“Now listen, girl. You have to realize that you have opened a whole lot of darkness, by falling in love with a fallen angel like Azrael.” “He isn’t a fallen angel, Grandmother Willow.” Ava turned towards her with a glare within her eyes. Something that the spirit was glad to see, other than the pain. “He is the Angel of Death, not a fallen angel. He was a given a job to collect souls for God.”

I looked at her with irritation. "How could you say that, you know my heart only beat for Aethelfrith," I said, trying to control my temper because of what she had said earlier. Zella put her hands up in defense,"okay, okay, am sorry now tell me about this man," Zella said chuckling. "I met him at the underground dungeon and his name is Azrael," I said. Zella looked at me with a face I couldn't describe and started choking. "Zella, are you okay?" I asked while patting her on the back gently, I handed her a glass of water, she drank from it but was still choking.

Azrael said slowly, looking deep into my eyes with his crimson gaze. Pre-cum leaked in thick, slow strings from the head of my cock, stretching toward the floor before dropping in slow plips. Our scents mixed in the air, assaulting my nose and overwhelming my senses further. Azrael, the eldest, stood close to me, his midnight-black hair and his framed face like an ancient Greek god, and his sweet, velvet voice wrapped around me like smoke. Azrael dragged his thick finger in slow, maddening circles around the tip of my cock, pressing slightly into the small opening.

Bidh sgriosadair an t-saoghail ag èirigh agus thèid daonnachd a chall air eagal ‘s gun dèan daonnachd ìobairt. “Once the Gemini soul perishes. The destroyer of worlds shall rise, and humanity will be lost lest humanity makes a sacrifice.” I interpret it again. Azazel uncovers several more documents in ancient languages that share the same sentiment as the first two. Michael’s brow furrows. “Does it say how her soul will perish?” Before anyone can answer, a female voice interjects, “We think that means that Lana’s going to die in some kind of accident.” Everyone turns to face the new visitors. Zoe, Bree and another female stand in the room next to my former demon lord, Samael’s son.

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 <

' I ask laughing but Edmond does not also laugh which almost makes me think he is being serious but as I already said, I do not believe in such things. 'I know you will not believe it but look' he says and almost immediately, standing in-front me is a very handsome yet mysterious being with feathers of different kinds of colors. And the mysterious being is no other than Edmond, my boss. I stare at him, my breath caught in my throat. I can’t cause my body to take in a breathe of oxygen. 'I am Azrael. I am death'' and that is all it takes for me to succumb to the darkness that has been calling onto me, it is all it takes for me to drift into the world of darknes