Azrael's Blade Novels & Stories

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.

It was because I would not buy him expensive toys or let him play on his phone without finishing his homework. The biggest reason was my refusal to allow Leia to be his mother. Even so, when I noticed the slab that was about to fall, I rushed forward without hesitation to shield him with my arms. The slab struck me on my head and left a gaping wound. But he pushed me away and grabbed Leia’s hand. He asked her with a concerned look on his face if she was scared. Williams Taylor burst in with a gas mask, and he was the first to rush over. He got hold of the only gas mask and handed it to Leia.

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.

The taste of blood rose in my throat. "No way. I will never let your bastard humiliate my father." The moment those words left my mouth, both Stella and Hudson's expressions changed. "Who are you calling a b*stard? "Get on your knees and apologize to my Zane." Hudson looked at me with pure hatred. Not being able to give his child a proper name had always been his pain. Now it turned into rage against me. I refused. Stella stepped forward and grabbed the back of my neck.

Not knowing what had happened, he screamed and fell headfirst toward the ground. Andrew would never miss an opportunity like that, and his greatsword carried him straight up into the air. In one swift strike, he drove it clean through Azrael's body. Azrael let out an earth-shaking roar. His spear slipped from his grasp, hooked onto Andrew's sword, and dragged both of them crashing down toward the earth. "Huh?" In that instant, whether it was the powerhouses of Holtrien or the elites of the Three Empires, everyone stood there completely stunned.

Lila followed the ritual exactly — black candles, fresh blood from her palm, the ancient words spoken at midnight under a blood moon. The air grew thick and hot. The candles flared unnaturally high. Then the shadows in the room coalesced into something massive. He stepped out of the darkness like he owned it. Azrael was beautiful in the most terrifying way. Towering over seven feet tall, with obsidian skin that seemed to drink in light, glowing crimson eyes, and a muscular body carved from pure sin. Horns curved back from his head, and massive black wings were folded behind him. His presence filled the room with raw, ancient power.

⁠ The traito⁠r lun⁠ged again, this time​ wi‌th his hi⁠dden blade, arcin‌g it di⁠r​ect⁠ly​‍ toward Lyr‌a’s heart. ​ ‍Azi​el d‍idn’⁠t t⁠hi‌n​k. H‍‍e di​dn‍’t breathe. He moved. ‍ Hi​s b‍ody slam‍med into hers‌, knockin‌g her t‍o the g​ro​und just as⁠ the d‍agger buri​ed itse​‍lf de‌‌ep‍ be‌neath his rib‌​s. Lyra‌’s scre​am rip⁠ped​ th‌roug‌h​ t‍he nigh​t, raw and​ anim​‌alis⁠‍t‍ic. “AZ​I​EL!”

The secret panel slid back out under my hand. The hellblades glowed before I even touched them, still reacting to Aziz unsettling presence, like sudden heartbeats of red. I lifted them free, one crescent for Eren, one for Pelin. “Take these,” I said. “Keep them on you wherever you go. Neither of you have what I have.” “What do you have?” Pelin asked softly. “Aziz,” I said. It tasted like a confession and a curse. The blades warmed their hands. Red bled into their eyes for a second, quick and eerie. Eren whistled under his breath. “They’re so glowy.”

Only the sudden weight of steel sliding through flesh and bone, exactly where the mark burned brightest. The Luna mark broke as the blade pierced it. It was not a sound anyone could hear, but something you felt through the bond—like ice cracking beneath unbearable pressure. Kaelor’s pain tore through me so violently I almost missed my own. His shout spread across the battlefield, raw and broken, and every wolf collapsed where they stood. The light around my body shattered. The power drained from me, sinking into the earth, into the sky, into nothing. I looked down. The blade had gone straight through the mark.

He threatened madly and followed Mikhail. "Marega toh ye mere haathon se hi..." (He is going to die from my hands only) She cursed and walked inside angrily while Aurora was standing stunned there. She can't even dream about talking to Rafael like that, he will fetch out the soul from her body. Damon sighed and rubbed his face when he sat in the car. "This girl is going to test my sanity..." Mikhail chuckled. "Keep her aside, we need to find your attacker first."