Azrael's Blade Novels & Stories

I walked out of the car first, checked the area quickly—entries, exits, movement—and then opened the door. "She looks like an actual bodyguard," Valerian muttered under his breath as I stood still, my back straight and expressionless. Kaelith didn't reply. His eyes were sharp when he got out of the car. Then instead of heading forward, he turned toward me, his expression darker than before. "Eye for an eye. So, I want four heads—" He leaned closer, his presence pressing in, "—and the Commander's tongue. Can you do it?" My eyes darted to him. "Is it an order?"

She barely recognized her own voice, the dread pressing against her chest like a vice. “Dr. Marcus Valencia,” Elaine replied, her voice calm, unaware of the storm she had just unleashed within Celeste. The name sliced through the air like a blade, sharp and inescapable. The world around Celeste tilted, her mind momentarily blanking as a whirlwind of emotions crashed over her—shock, disbelief, and something deeper, more painful. It wasn’t just a name. It was his name again.

she trailed off. “I know, don’t speak anymore, we are on my way to my house, in no time, we’ll be there, for now, contain your energy,” Azrael smiled sadly, his heart breaking at every second that passes by, the woman on his arms was his strength, a ray of sunlight in his dim life, but it seems like he was destined for pain and only pain. After his Uncle, Don Antonio, died during his birthday celebration, his beloved woman is tiptoeing between life and death in his arms now. His hands were shaking as he tried to stop blood from gushing out on the woman’s forehead. He thought he became accustomed to pain, that it would no longer hurt him, how naive.

“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.” “God, I should hope not.” Eliza wiggled her shoulders, like she’d gotten the heebie jeebies. “You were there, weren’t you?” Jo asked, straying from the topic slightly, but her curiosity had gotten the better of her. Eliza nodded. “I was there when your mom and Christian used some special grenades he’d come up with to blow Daunator into a billion pieces