Azrael Novels & Stories

Contrary to popular belief, angels were not pretty. Ten feet tall with three pairs of wings, they were surrounded in holy fire with a singular large brown eye in the middle to give judgmental glares at the poor individual who had the misfortune to be in their presence. The Fallen weren’t any better, without the holy fire, they just looked like a giant eyeball with too many wings. Azazel was the Watcher at the gate of Hell, guarding any demons from escaping to the world above and wreaking havoc. He would only let people through either by permission by the Lords of Hell or if he could be bribed.

The girl was left dumbfounded. The girl in a cape was the last psychopomp called “Azrael”. She’s the guardian of souls of the living and the dead. She uses the name “Azrael” when she’s in the land of the dead while she lives under the name of “Melinoe A. Cadman” in the human world. She is a beautiful girl who has long black and silver blue hair that lived for three-thousand years. She’s an immortal and kept living with the human family as the daughter of “Cadman”. She’s been the only daughter of this family for thousands of generations that she was reincarnated.

he says and finally I could move, I sat up, but I wasn't in my body, it felt more like I'm a ghost or maybe I'm just dead. "Andy" I call but he was laying next to me not answering, next I was now looking for daddy and Keiran but couldn't find them, all the people around us, they all looked like they couldn't see me. "No one can see us, just me" the new guy says, I looked at him, really looked at him, he had wings, big white wings, unlike the ones Keiran has. "Who are you?" I ask him. "I'm Azrael, the angel of death," he says, he's the last angel I'd want to meet or see, but he's here now to take us.

Azrael’s trolled carelessly towards the bed, looking at the camera. “My sweet, sweet Grace.” He said smiling cruelly. She stared at the camera, the Nile rising in her throat. She hadn’t been harmed yet–but she was soon going to. Men like Azrael were indifferent. He didn’t have any social conscience, he never played by the rules.

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"

He walks pass her but she followed him to Yerach’s car. Before she enters, Yerach said to her, “You have a lot of explaining to do.” Azrael let out a breath. Gabriel was God’s second born child, Azrael’s older brother. The leader of God’s Army who defeated his brother at the battle in Heaven. His name describes him all, the Hero of God. But even he leads a high ranking legion of Armies, he still looks like a homeless man with that shabby denim jacket on.

Raphael half-joked. "I know what you mean," I said plainly. "Auzzy," Raphael announced, "how nice of you to come back so soon." Archangel Azrael, the collector of souls for Father— God's helper, appeared onto us. "This could have been precluded." He lifted his red shroud, letting soul particles escape into Raphael's mortar. He then gave Raphael his palm to incise, quickly and painlessly letting his blood drop into the mortar. "I won't do this again," he stated. "No matter how much Father loves us. There has to be some order, brother."

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

I anticipated his question and produced my phone, showing him the app I used. “It’s called a drone, Charles,” I replied. “It’s got small cameras and they use it to film or take pictures from the air. Wanna see it?” “Yeah!” Then I opened the SLS app and looked around with it until I caught the sticks of the twins running toward Ted. Ricky covered his mouth, his eyes jumping up and down from my screen to the garden before us. “Charlotte and Charles Blotter. They died in their late seventies, but came back as children.”

I say tersely, "you work for Asher, don't you?" He doesn't reply for a while, instead looking off through the window to the road. There are no other cars on the road at this time of the morning, which only makes the situation more eerie. Aspen seems to be feeling it as much as I am right now, by the way he sites close to me, as if being separated right now would surely bring him death. "Not anymore," he replies. "Honestly. My work was once a year, however, Shanae killed me after you, and in return for helping you, Asher had me brought back as myself again. As an immortal."