Azrael's Blade Novels & Stories

The battle will begin today, and only one of us needs to stay and it would be me. I heard voices from above and they were all cheering. I can hear the metal screeching and It seems that they are preparing for the war. The spiritual war that will happen today. The spiritual war happened billions of years ago and will happen again now, not because we need to know who is mightier but to bring balance on earth. I need to end his ambition of being a god because he will never be one. The thunder roared and the heaven split. The angels from heaven fly down like lightning. The help is here and I am no longer outnumbered. The war between me and my brother started. While I keep an eye on Maria. I will

Finally his hand stopped on what appeared to be a very thin, short,flimsy blade. “Out of all the tools I have in this bag, this one right here, this flimsy little blade is the most effective in torturing this little angel. You see Daniel, Marcus and Lucian are more angel than demon. So I make sure I keep my angel blade sharp. This seemingly harmless thing is actually one of the only things that can kill an angel. The second being Lucifer's sword of course.” Azazel explained as he walked closer to where Marcus’ body hung. Marcus braced himself, and closed his eyes. Daniel looked over at Elizabeth, “Can your wings fly?” He mouthed. She nodded, letting them fall.

As if there were no blade at his throat, Azrael strode confidently across the aisle and came straight to me. “What do you think you’re doing?!” Caius hissed at him, while gripping my arm firmly. Azrael didn’t respond but in a swift movement, he grabbed Caius' throat. “Azrael!” My eyes widened when I saw blood cascading down Caius’ throat. “You’re hurting my woman, Caius,” he coldly spoke. The Royal Guards surrounded Azrael, their swords pointed at him but Azrael’s world seemed to narrow on Caius and he couldn’t see anything else.

Elira and Theron stood on opposite sides of the vale, forming a ring of star-magic and shadow. Kael held Selene steady, even as her fingers bled silver sparks. She whispered his name, just once. And then—he stepped back. --- The wind howled. The ground shimmered. And from the crack in the vale— He stepped through. Azrael. Still wearing his old silver cloak. Still tall, still too beautiful. But changed. His eyes no longer held cruelty. Only remorse. And a deep, humming sorrow. --- Selene’s voice was barely audible. “You’re late.”

Looking at the state they were in, they will just hinder Mara from accomplishing the plan she has devised for herself. "YOU'VE GONE weaker, Azrael," Greed mocked when their swords met again. He then casted a spell which repelled Azrael, causing him to create a hole on the ground when he fell on his knees. Azrael was about to get back on his feet when Sloth suddenly appeared behind him with a huge smirk. His spear was about to stab him but he redirected it on time and jump away. Greed and Sloth are not giving Azrael a second to breathe. They attack after an attack until they landed a fatal blow. Azrael vomited blood upon recieving a stab from Sloth's spear made with black fire and a slash fro

He said rubbing her shoulders. "Noah!" She croaked and hiccuped as she cried with all her heart. "He doesn't d-deserve that!" She stuttered and wiped her tears holding his only bracelet that fell. "I know Mia, he doesn't deserve that." BLAZE VIEW. Blaze was in his human form, fighting off the rogue warrior in one second, he ripped their head off with anger and his eyes glaring at nowhere. There was he, his only objective was to kill the rogue alpha without any mercy.

Reincarnated, he possessed greater transcendent potential, now fused with this miraculous artifact. The Eye of Aslant, originally the Eye of Insight, was a sacred relic of the Aslant Civilization, a once high-tier Astral-level civilization. Its destruction during the war with the Fulgor Civilization had astonished all. “Who would have thought an artifact deemed indestructible could fail at the hands of a fragile one like me?” Logo mused wryly. Miraculous artifacts, born from the rules of the Astral Realm, carried immense, often incomprehensible powers—Time White Feather, Chaos Stele, Elemental Furnace, Death Note—renowned across the realm.

Lengo pounced forward like a lioness with her blades penetrating deep into the enemy, blood seeping along the walkway and being soaked up into the gravel and staining the grass leaving a scar on mother nature. Krona heard a clunk of a mace hitting his shield and then the heavy weight of an overly large man up against him making him stumble a couple of steps towards the cliff edge, turning he saw an arrow protruding from a mans eye socket; quickly turning he slid his blade into another and then searched for another enemy.