Azrael Santi Novels & Stories

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.”

“I’m Elijah’s mate. I’m the only one who can give you what you want.” Serena sighs, shaking her head. “Be patient, darling.” She gestures toward Zoe lazily. “Your friend is merely a temporary solution.” A sharp chill skates down my spine. “What do you mean?” I demand. Serena rolls her eyes like she’s growing bored. "Oh, come now. You already know." She waves a hand toward Zoe. "Unfortunately, Zoe isn’t mated to an Alpha. But..." Her lips curl in satisfaction. "She is mated to a Beta, and her soul—along with her six precious little lives growing inside her—is only enough to buy me a few hundred years. I want to be immortal, darling."

Seighnt took a deep breathe trying not to show her nervousness. She slowly opened the door as if someone would jump out at her. She turned around to see Azrael leaning against the wall. “I can’t rest knowing that you’ve been plotting your own demise for thousands of years.” She said trying to keep her calm. “And I will bring you back to heaven." Azrael laughed coldly. Seighnt could tell that he was angry. “You haven’t succeeded yet. You failed once." His tone turning from cold to furious. "So there is no way you can succeed this time.”

This was just the first phase of his scheme and he didn't want to ruin it because of his deep feelings for her. ************* The good thing about Safari CEO's death was the revival of the image of the CRUZ company. Things were eventually going well for them and since Maria didn't know exactly what Philip did, she kept her thoughts to herself and told him how weak she was to deal with Harriot. So he decided to take over things and break the heartbreaking news to Harriot, concerning his daughter's arrest. It wasn't long after they came to Dana's house that they were called about his cardiac arrest.

Then, standing with her hands over the ashes, she starts her chant. - Cande cineres Maiorum meorum, qui laesi mortui sunt, surge et fac angelum dubitare. fac Angelum nuntiare avunculo iter per hebdomadam morari. (Latin translation - White ashes of my ancestors, who died wronged, rise and make Angel doubt. Make Angel tell his uncle to delay the trip for a week.) The ashes slowly turn into steam, which rises and passes under the door. Traveling the distance between the rooms, it enters under the door, where Angel rests from the new attempt on his life.

He said and I raised an eyebrow, listening to their conversation in silence. “He?” He asked, taking a deep breath as if to calm himself. The beta’s heart raced and I frowned in confusion at that, somewhat curious about who would dare take the Lycan’s sister, surely the person who did it lost his mind. “Ezra.” He said, making my heart race. My mate was alive. “What do you mean, Ezra?” Killian asked, his tone hardening as he asked. “The man fucking died in the explosion, how…?”

"Azrael... His name is Azrael," "Azrael?" Maze walks in front of me and observes my face with wide, curious eyes. "So he is an angel then?" I stare at her. "How do you know that?!" Maze shrugs. "Everyone knows Azrael is the angel of death, which is kinda suiting because everyone knows what will happen if you fall in love with an angel," Anxiety washes over me. "That's why I'm trying to forget about the guy," Maze grins in her cheerful way. "Azrael is known for being a player; my mother talked about him the other day, complaining she is losing workers to the parasite. He lives in a castle down south, and apparently, he is hiring maids,"

“Also, 59 is not old, you got a whole new life ahead of you,” “Hahaha, you are right, why am I being pessimistic over this? It doesn’t suit me, the anger and pain got over me, it was quite shocking, thank you son, for your time, you should go inside now too, right? The celebration cannot be completed without the celebrant” “I’ll head back now then,” Azrael agreed, he turned his back and started going inside but before he can fully leave, he looked back to say these words to Don Antonio,

His fingers wrap around mine, his grip tight before he yanks me towards him. “Azriel-” “Do not speak another word if you want your soul to be inside that body of yours,” Azriel warns, his voice sounds gravelly, however, the fury in his voice is evident. Instead of walking towards the door that leads to the hall, he tugs me forward in the opposite direction. My heart thunders in my chest as he rounds the building and walks straight towards the forest that now looks nothing but menacing at this time of the evening – inky black and foreboding.

“Y-You are Eli?” Elder Lucriel stared at Azrael and uttered, “You had her eyes…” he paused and stood up from his chair, “What is your name?” he continued while walking towards us and stopped in front of Azrael. Elder Fana also walked towards us and Azrael stood up, “My name is Azrael Shepherd,”