Azrael's Blade Novels & Stories

I was already shaking. And then I realized I was crying. I heard screams, loud screeches like as if, everything was happening again before my eyes. Oh my God... If.... Oh my The pain they must have all went through... My tears were still flowing uncontrollably, and I was shaking with the sorrow I felt at the moment. "And....?" "And nothing Azura.. at that moment you were gone and I went into sleep. That's what happens when we loose the one we are guarding, or they loose their magic. We die temporarily, till another magic being is born for us to bond with.

– Levi stared at him with his piercing blue eyes – “shouldn’t you ask that before starting to cuss at people? If city lord Teagan manages his city the same way he manages his youngest son, I’ll have to reconsider whether to give my signature on that proposed renewal of the trade agreement between Astarea and Carteagan.” The curses Peyton was about to spew out got stuck in his throat. Peyton might not be the brightest cookie in the box, but he wasn’t entirely without brains either. Tall, dangerous-looking man with piercing blue eyes, fully dressed in black? Just those clues alone were enough to make most people think of Astar Levi. And once a signature on an agreement between Astarea and Cart

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

Chapter 16— Dark Zander Seated comfortably in the Hawthorne family estate main garden Delia had shown her, a few days later, in a deep blue colored boyfriend Jean and a tank top that had come with a tag, a very expensive tag among the expensive tagged clothes she had gotten.

She trembled, lips quivered. Selene took ahold of her hands, and looked at her in her eyes. "Look at me Miranda!... stay hidden. They can smell fear... please, try and stay calm. If they near you, shoot them in their head." She tells her, "Caleb? If they get too close... the only way to kill them is with the swords. The white ash they were made from and the Angel's blood is the only thing that can kill them. RIP their fucking head off... or they will reincarnate, do you understand me?"

Azrael knew the weapons that he made and knew that it would be a great fit for Ava. He looked at the sword once more and saw the design that he had placed on the spine of the sword. Which was an image of a flaming sword, just like the one that was Ava’s birthmark on her leg. At the handle, he thought about using some strips of fabric to give Ava some added grip. “I’ll do that after I see how she handles the weapon.” He looked towards the entrance of the cave and saw that it was time for him to meet up with her. “I guess there is no time like the present.”

“I’m owed more than she ever gave me.” “You’ll bleed for this.” I smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that.” The fight was savage. Teeth. Claws. Spells that cracked the sky. Azrael was fast, but rage made me faster. I fought like a beast untethered, fueled by vengeance and heartbreak. The boy screamed as we clashed, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. And when I finally plunged Kael’s blade into Azrael’s chest, I whispered, “This is just the beginning.”

But somewhere beneath the earth, beneath reality itself something moved. Waking. Rising. Answering. My breath caught painfully in my throat. No. The word barely escaped me. Beside me, Azrael was already back on his feet, blood dripping from the cut at his temple as his eyes scanned the shadows. His body radiated lethal focus, every muscle tense and prepared for another attack. That wasn’t alone, he said. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay steady while the pressure inside my chest intensified. No, I whispered. That was a signal.

And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest. “The Balaraw is now officially the Luna’s Blade!” Edith announced and step up the podium with Hadleigh in her arms. And this time, the bitter smile on my lips and the question in my head about the dagger now has a clearer reason. With my free hand, I stretched my hand and carried my blue-eyed little man in my arms. A tear escaped from my eyes as I bent my head to touch Hadleigh’s forehead with mine. “Hence, this is what your father wanted for this thing. And to you, our child, who’ll grow filled with love and courage like a blade.”

That was the only mercy in the moment, and it was a thin one. Celeste angled Hellebore a fraction higher. Not a threat. A declaration. Ares’s eyes dropped to the blade and lingered there, as if he could not decide whether it offended him or fascinated him more. “You are standing on mortal ground with a weapon in your hand and an aura that should not belong to you.” Celeste did not lower the sword. “And yet it does.” The gold in her eyes deepened. The electricity in her hair brightened. The sand beneath her feet shifted again, deepening the concavity by another inch.