Azrael Novels & Stories

What I meant is, my mum and I live together in the servant quarters of the Smith family. And if you are guessing, then yes, my mum and I work as maids in the Smith mansion. Two years ago that wasn't the story. My dad was a flight lieutenant in the Ghana Air Force, a very prestigious one, with a lot of decorations. He went for peacekeeping and never returned. He was then pronounced dead after a year of searching and that was when everything went downhill.

His tiger eyes landed at me, looking at me for a second too long before he said, “My name is Azrael. I am the Alpha of the Moon Goddess White Moon’s warriors.”

Ruby questioned pointing at the purple bladed black scythe displayed on the wall over the fireplace. "Well, that's Azrael, slayer of immortals. It can kill even gods, demons, and the highly phantasmal Dragons. It's an heirloom one of my ancestors collected from a gorgon. No one wielded it because they were too afraid of its power. It can strike fear in everyone by its mere presence as people tend to be when facing death. Once an entity is slain by its blade their existence will vanish completely. It also destroys both the body and the soul, no heaven or hell just nothing. It is one of the sharpest blades in all of the Realm of Twilight along with Excalibur." A

Jo paused, waiting to see if Eliza would say more, but she didn’t, so she took a deep breath and continued. “When the Vampire used that name, Asteria, I got chills. I realized then that it did make sense that it could be her, that it almost had to be. She’s one of the only Vampires that’s ever been able to create the sort of shields from Cassidy that she’s experiencing now. The other was Daunator, and he exploded, so I don’t think he could be back.”

“Y-You are Eli?” Elder Lucriel stared at Azrael and uttered, “You had her eyes…” he paused and stood up from his chair, “What is your name?” he continued while walking towards us and stopped in front of Azrael. Elder Fana also walked towards us and Azrael stood up, “My name is Azrael Shepherd,”

It was like the man wasn’t there or they didn’t feel guilty at least, about it. “You don’t need to be surprised, Ezra. For a person who had a Lycan son, who has also been given up on, I am surprised that you are still surprised about me.” Alvize said, stopping me. I had to fight back growling at the man whose eyes were fixed on our parents. The odd and scary part about this was that the man showed zero emotions, and zero remorse. If anything, he didn’t seem to be in the pain that I was in.

They can't just sit back and relax while the world is coming to its end so she decided to come out and call for a meeting between the representatives of the two realms. They held their conference in The Grand Pillar to be witnessed by the Foreteller of Gods named Erythaea. She is a famous oracle and is always neutral to both realms. Only representatives are allowed to be in the tower. Amenadiel represents heaven, Azrael also known as the Demon King represents hell and Aurora represents the mortal or the human race. "The traitor finally shows up!" Azrael glared at me. "What happens to General Kierra, why can't I sense her energy?

The trail was dead, at least on Layon's end. Though he was headed to the apartment building of a so-called friend of Reebah's, he didn't exactly hold out hope of finding her there. Yet when he pulled his phone from his pocket, his teeth instantly gritted. The name that flashed up was not his father's or even one of the elders of the pack. Instead, it was Angel's name, flashing in big bold letters, and Layon's only saving grace was that he had been smart enough to delete all

“Yes, on my mother's mother's side. He turned in his chair and pushed up his shirtsleeve to show off the tattoo on his chest. another arm. It was his own totem pole, done in the Aboriginal art style, showing the skeleton and internal organs. She looked down at her arm, then reached out to follow the features. - A eagle? — Sea eagle. The woman's soft touch sent a thrill through Damien's body, reminding him of the intimacy they had shared, and he shuddered. She pushed back her hand and focused on his face. “A Chinese dragon on an arm. The Chinese grandmother. You were born in the year of the dragon, weren't you? He nodded, cracking a smile. No one would ever say that Theresa is a

Noah suggested that I go to my room and change. "We will stay and keep watch," Jaxon mumbled compassionately and laid his hand on my shoulder. I thanked them as I hurried to my room. Once in the bedroom I shifted and dressed quickly. As I was leaving I saw my father leaving one of the bedrooms down the hall. He saw me and hurried to my side. "How is Azrael?" I asked curiously. "He's getting better and was replaced by an elf called Ahdun Redmiu, who is a horrible fellow. The old elf lost his world he created and his home so if in a depressed state. I informed him that he's welcome to stay here," Nikolai sighed.