Azrael's Blade Novels & Stories

I really love you. Through the lines, I only read his reluctance. Without hesitation, I blocked the number that I could recite even in my dreams. On the wedding day, Colin, covered in blood, crawled across the road and blocked our path. Through the car window, I saw him drag himself toward us. He shouted, "Selena, help me! I regret it so much. Come and see me." It was a horrific scene, making me jump. Lucien quickly covered my eyes. "Don't be scared. I'll have someone take him away."

Dean Withers. He is older, but not frail. Not even close. His jet black hair combed neatly away from his face, his uniform pressed to perfection, and a golden crest of Aetherion Academy pinned over his heart. A loyal servant of Elarion. A loyal servant of Aeron- the man responsible for throwing me into Skyless Keep. "Miss Thalorien," he says warmly, gesturing to the chair across from him. "Please, sit." I don't. His smile does not falter, but something sharp flickers behind his eyes.

I didn’t know what the sphere was for, but judging by the fact that it was no longer in the box, I could assume that it was the handle that was on the blade. “I love you too, Ezra.” ************************************** I smiled when I saw Lia putting on a sundress. She strapped the blade to her right thigh just as I taught her, and though I knew that she was yet to get used to having it there, I was thankful for the fact that she didn’t object because she had it.

He protected me… "I may not be an ideal king, but I am still one of the finest swordsmen!" Azrael grunted, raising his sword as he plunged it straight into Jaylen’s chest, before pulling his sword free and killing the Fae. My heart was ringing in my ears as Azrael fell to his knees. "Azrael!" I cried, dragging free and slicing off another Fae’s head as I caught my brother before those shards went right through him. "You... Why?!"

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.

When the smoke clears up, and I finally can see Azrael, I will the ground under him to shake, throwing him off the balance before I jump, my magic propelling me forward and calling my twin blades to my hands. He rolls out of the way, calling forth his sword, and our blades meet, steel against steel. Wholly immersed in the task before me, I’m completely thrown off when the wind blows and musk, patchouli and mahogany reach my nose. It distracts me enough that Azrael slashes his sword across my chest, and my blood sprays on myself, him, and the grass. “Shit, Aylin! What happened? You always block that strike!” Az scolds me

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

His lips curled into a sneer, revealing sharp fangs that gleamed red in the dark. Feziam, the ruler of Shivvaraian, stood tall and imposing. The lines of his face were etched with centuries of wisdom and power. As he unsheathed his blade, the ground seemed to darken, the air thickening with electrifying tension. The clash of their swords echoed through the air, the sound reverberating with the gravity of their conflict. Azazel's movements were fueled by desperation he had never experienced before. Every strike, every parry, was a testament to his love and his longing to be with Azrael.

Each of these suits has Kevlar inside so it becomes Azrael's armor. Azrael immediately made a plan using the details given to him by the taskmaster. Here, he made ten plans so that in case the first and other plans failed, he would still know what to do. One of his victim's routines is to go to an abandoned building to sell drugs that she uses as financial support in her current situation so this is what Azrael used where he executed his plan. His choice of weapon is two Heckler & Koch P30L, Coharie Arms MP-10, hidden wrist dagger, and some dagger hidden in his black belt. The black suit that he will use is also ready after which he has closed his private armory.

Then warmth spread, thick and wet, soaking up my dress and skin. I looked down. And then, I saw it. Azrael’s hand was around the hilt of his sword and the metal blade was in… me. My breath hitched. The pain intensified. No. Droplets of tears hit my cheeks. No, no, no. My strength was failing me, my legs wobbling. I lifted my gaze to his face, mouthing, “A-A…z—” He violently twisted the sword deeper, and the pain tore a scream out of me.