Azrael Novels & Stories

♱ • 1750 B.C • ♱ Unfortunately things seemed to make more and more sense, as if one little piece could finally fit the other and all I had left was a damn puzzle practically complete. In the end I had not left so much time to think, after all if Azrael really was a traitor, he would act again. If he were really serving his God - he would try to bring Elaine to the third territory.

I asked; my voice extremely low and soft I will never be in believe that Khalil is dead, never will that be a part of me. Khalil is my heart and soul, if he’s gone then I’m gone too. "Where is he Rayan, what did you do to him?" I asked again "I’m sorry, Afraah, I’m sorry." He whispered I held his shirt collar "Look at me when I’m talking to you." I said but his face was still facing the ground "What happened to Khalil? Where is he? Where is he?" I yelled

The other angel said. “Uzmael?” I was surprised when I heard the name Uzmael and remembered what Michael told me. “Uzma, thinks he is higher than God” But Lily is Uzmael. Well, I am sure that she didn’t know it, like me. I didn’t know that I was an angel before. If Lily is Uzmael, well who is the owner of the white smoke? Michael will better know this but I haven’t seen her since I pushed her away.

Aengus snapped. Azrail was the god of death who was tasked by Aengus in picking up the souls of the dead to bring them to the god of life, Asher, who on the other hand, was tasked with the reincarnation process afterwards. "Yeah. Yeah. Will you just shut up? Any words that come from your mouths are just irritating me," Abbadon said in a tone that is void of emotions and care while ignoring all the piercing glares that the other gods and goddesses who don’t like his very existence are shooting him.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he ha

“Who are you, and how did you get in here?” Sister Melisa asked coldly. “The answer to your prayers.” The man said, ignoring the question. “I’m Azrael. I wish to observe this, Blake Elon, for the time being before we commence on anything that may attract too much attention to ourselves,” Azrael said, indifferent to the three people in the room. “Like the archangel Azrael, the angel of death.” Father Ding commented, thinking of the biblical text.

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.”

“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.

“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.”

He hugged and comforted this young man whom he treated as his very own child. He can feel the pain this young man is keeping inside. "Everything will be alright Jude. Your Dad is already in the hands of our Lord. He will be your guardian angel forever my son," He held Chad and let him cry on his chest. "Thank you, Dad," Chad said to Nathaniel and hugged him so tight. Kristina hugged both Chad and Nathaniel before they left the hospital room. Clark's body will be brought to the hospital morgue and his remains will be buried in Torres's Musuleo in Alabang.