Azrael Novels & Stories

"Azrael... His name is Azrael," "Azrael?" Maze walks in front of me and observes my face with wide, curious eyes. "So he is an angel then?" I stare at her. "How do you know that?!" Maze shrugs. "Everyone knows Azrael is the angel of death, which is kinda suiting because everyone knows what will happen if you fall in love with an angel," Anxiety washes over me. "That's why I'm trying to forget about the guy," Maze grins in her cheerful way. "Azrael is known for being a player; my mother talked about him the other day, complaining she i

Wait, who even was her? What's my name? The Angel of Death was sitting at the lobby of the hospital, his wings uncomfortable with how the chair was designed. At his side was the furball, Kegawa that he likes to call Kedama. They were waiting for the machines to beep, for the flatlines to show on the monitor. He looks up at the clock and he smiled. Any moment now, he thought. "Oi, Keisuke. I thought they succeeded?" the furball asked him. "Why are we here waiting for the Seven Souls?"

Noel sighs. “Yeah. I’m just saying he’s the only one who can muster the healing power.” He says. Altarria has no choice but to admit it. Yes, Azrael was one of them long ago. He was a bright and strong guardian. His power is equal with Altarria. He kept peace at the Judgment Road. No one dared to disturb the road. Altarria always partnered up with him in protecting it.

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

Break the rules and we kill you, why sugarcoat it? Before Hexton can get another word out, one of the competitors steps forward, frantically unzipping the back of her bodysuit and pulling her headpiece off revealing her face to a shocked crowd. She’s new to The Tournament and goes by the codename Azrael, named after the Angel of Death because that is exactly what she is. She prefers to give people painless deaths, allowing them to just go peacefully in their sleep. I feel perhaps Hexton invited her this year just to shake things up. The fact she gives people such painless deaths indicates an amount of compassion many of us don’t possess, which doesn’t make her

He looked at rest, but I knew better. Azrael, the fallen angel of death. They are responsible for the separation of souls from the host, that is, the body. Of course, they would be the ruler of this realm. I say they, because the Angel of death is gender-neutral, as they appear different to every soul, sometimes males, sometimes female. Azrael often appears like a robed skeleton with a scythe because that is what people expect to see. However, they were currently in their prime, so their true form is shown. Azrael holds a rather benevolent role as the angel of death, wherein they act as a psychopo

Elira and Theron stood on opposite sides of the vale, forming a ring of star-magic and shadow. Kael held Selene steady, even as her fingers bled silver sparks. She whispered his name, just once. And then—he stepped back. --- The wind howled. The ground shimmered. And from the crack in the vale— He stepped through. Azrael. Still wearing his old silver cloak. Still tall, still too beautiful. But changed. His eyes no longer held cruelty. Only remorse. And a deep, humming sorrow. --- Selene’s voice was barely audible. “You’re late.”

It was your life force, your mental capacity and your ability to understand mankind. After Malachi received his mark, he stood next to Nino as each member blessed and accepted him as the new Head Alpha. It was a heady experience as ten Zetas placed numerous gifts in front of him and he now had to choose nine. Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil.

It wasn’t a matter of opinion, he simply was a beautiful man—or creature. “Why are you showing yourself to us?” Darren positioned himself more in front of me as he challenged Azrael. However, if he was who he said he was, this would mean he was powerful. Some call him an angel, while others say he’s a demon, and then you have those who say he’s a god. In any case, everyone knew he was strong and responsible for guiding souls. “You’re the one who interrupted me. I’m here to collect a soul, and you’re here to take the person. Quite the dilemma.”

Silver hair pulled back in a neat ponytail. A face that might have been handsome if not for eyes that held all the warmth of winter ice. He stopped about fifty feet from the motel, studying the building with the careful assessment of someone who'd walked into ambushes before. "Aurelia Veythorne," he called out, his voice carrying clearly through the night air. "I am Azrael, Purifier of the Third Circle. I mean you no immediate harm. I simply wish to talk." I exchanged a glance with Zane. He shook his head fractionally. Don't respond.