Azrael's Blade Novels & Stories

Azrael wields the Blade in grace, power and glory. The Blade’s gold hilt with black crystals, the luminous, silvery and steely blade with details of diamonds and golden runes looks incredibly stunning in Azrael’s hands, “After a thousand year, I think the oldest Damned title would be passed right down tonight.” she stated. Her voice is remarkably thrilling.

Jordan said. “What is the Azrael’s blade and how was it formed?” Penelope asked and the hall was quiet for sometime. “The Azrael blade originally belongs to the angel of death. It was formed in the bowels of hell by the great self acclaimed Lord of hell, Lucifer Morningstar. The blade was stolen during the wars between angels and demons and since then, it has been passed unto many humans and has lost its true essence, you are currently in possession of it” Jordan said and Penelope knew it was the end for her and he was certainly having her powers.

“I’ll make sure to kill you using your own blade when you set foot on earth! Don’t you dare!” Azrael did not respond to what Gabriel said. He just kept looking at us and slowly he smiled. In just a glimpse, he already had a dagger in his hand. "Is that your blade?" Via asked, having also read my mind. "They have the wrong blade, right?" "I have different versions of blade," Azrael replied. "Let's say what they have is something that can make angels bleed, but can't kill them," he gave us with a wide smile. “Now, now ... what should I do with both of you?”

Azrael turned. And for the first time… he looked surprised. “Yuri,” he said gently. “I’ve waited years to see you like this.” She said nothing. The dagger floated beside her, its light casting eerie shadows across Azrael’s perfect face. “You’re not ready for it,” he said. “That blade killed the gods of the East. It will turn on you when it’s done.” “Then I’ll die holding it,” she said simply. Sang-woo stepped beside her. “You’re not dying today.”

Third Person's POV Azrael finally turns around to face Blake and he quickly lifts Azrael's shirt and runs his hand over the area the wound was. However the wound was already healed. He dropped the shirt, then took Azrael's face in his hands. Blake's eyes searched his face, Azrael's hands came up and he placed them on Blake's. "I'm okay, I can't die from a knife like that. Not unless it hits my heart." "That scared me!.... I thought you were...."

I rolled my eyes, lowering my gaze to look back at my wrist as I reached to grab my now full mug, feeling also a little offended even though I still had no idea what was that stupid mark. “You don’t have to stare at it like that, though.” My eyes suddenly snapped up to his once I've felt him quickly grab my shoulders, turning me aside to face him. “Do you even understand the gravity of this situation?” He practically yelled in my face, sounding extremely alarmed, his tone dripping with seriousness. “Huh?” My eyebrows shot up, obviously taken aback by his sudden outburst. “Blake, Azrael is one of the Horsemen,” He kept ranting as I simply stared up at him, clueless.

Every instinct screamed that this place was wrong — corrupted by rituals that should have stayed buried in the past. “Perfect timing,” Azrael drawled, dark power still crackling around his hands. Blood dripped from multiple wounds, but his smirk never wavered. “Come see what happens to those who dare challenge me.” Kane's roar of rage shook the trees as he launched himself at Azrael. My focus locked onto Aria's crumpled form. Racing to her side, I dropped to my knees, gathering her into my arms. Her skin felt like ice against mine, lips already taking on a bluish tinge.

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.”

I chipped in the update. “Two idiot friends always amalgamating the most stupid ideas” “So what do you think of it?” I was immune to her insults already. Anyone that still gets offended by it is yet to understand that harshness was Hilra’s mother tongue. She thought for a moment and turned to the door when it sounded like someone was walking past. “According to Anthonier, the blade is still with her?” “Yes. I believe it is safest in her room. No one would believe I’d leave a blade that could end me in the hands of a mistress who had barely stayed a full week”

I cling to Azazel as the room shudders with the loud thumping sound of approaching footsteps. “Bloody hell, this is a trap! Stay behind me!” Azazel whispers as he reaches into his back and removes a large sword and knife. The sword is the same one I saw him fighting with at the gladiator arena with its long, sharp metallic blade. The knife is smaller, but the blade is just as sharp. He hands me the knife and pushes me further back as we wait for whatever is heading towards us to arrive. “Use it only if you feel threatened. Always stab in the chest, neck, or face. Don’t hesitate.” He whispers urgently.