Azrael Santi Novels & Stories

Silver hair pulled back in a neat ponytail. A face that might have been handsome if not for eyes that held all the warmth of winter ice. He stopped about fifty feet from the motel, studying the building with the careful assessment of someone who'd walked into ambushes before. "Aurelia Veythorne," he called out, his voice carrying clearly through the night air. "I am Azrael, Purifier of the Third Circle. I mean you no immediate harm. I simply wish to talk." I exchanged a glance with Zane. He shook his head fractionally. Don't respond.

“You don’t know Sariyah like I do.” That shuts him up. Because I do. I know how close Ember lives to the edge of becoming something terrible. I know how much she hates the world for letting men be taken and cities rot and gods lie. Most importantly, I know how easily Sariyah’s lies could feel like permission. The torches flicker the shadows along the far wall move. I spin just as heat rolls through the cell dry, ancient, and wrong. Azrael steps out of nothing wings I have never seen are half-manifested. His expression is calm, too calm. Every instinct I have goes nuclear.

A sign that Azrael can leave. While driving he thought of saying hello to his girlfriend. Akira Cruz, a bank teller assigned to Makati. Unbeknownst to Akira, Azrael is a Product supervisor in a company in Taguig so Azrael always has an out-of-town walk. He had no idea that Azrael was a feared assassin. “Babe, where are you? Can I see you?" “Of course, babe. I'm already at home, did you just come home? Maybe you're tired,” Akira replied quickly.

I said quietly grabbing his hand that stayed by his sides. We made our way to the center of the cemetery, where four graves lay freshly dug, each marked with a simple wooden cross. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint perfume of flowers laid by grieving families. Ace's grip on my hand tightened as we approached, a silent testament to the weight of his emotions. As the pastor began the solemn eulogy, I glanced at Ace. His face was a mask of composure, but I could see the turmoil in his eyes. He blamed himself for the deaths, even though it wasn’t his fault. I squeezed his hand, hoping to offer some comfort.

, He replied in a deep voice, causing her eyes to widen in shock and surprise. Azrael Sartori, a name that sent chills down her spine. He was known to be dark and deadly, born of the angel of death, with a cold and dangerous character that commanded both fear and respect from those around him. Zafira swallowed hard and the weight of his identity settled heavily on her. "You... you are Azrael Sartori?", She stammered while trying to process the implications of standing before someone so powerful and feared. He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by her reaction. "Yes, that's me. Surprised?"

Azrael held me upright, one arm wrapped around my waist as he continued the soul-searing kiss. They moved me to the ritual altar, laying me out like an offering. Azrael was the first to claim me fully, his enormous ridged cock pressing against my entrance before thrusting in deep. The stretch was overwhelming, burning pleasure as he filled me completely, his swelling base pressing against my walls. He fucked me with powerful, measured strokes while Thorne claimed my mouth and Vesper sucked on my breasts and teased my ass with talented fingers.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

She offered him a gentle smile before stepping forward to bow low before the queen. "Your Majesty, with all due respect, we have traveled a long way to be here, and we only wish to see for ourselves whether our packmate is well," she said calmly and humbly, keeping her head bowed and gaze averted. Layon watched the queen examining Angel, watched the way her brow raised and her face turned to a deep scowl. "And you are?" "Angel Hale, Silverdale omega, Your Majesty,"

I felt exasperated and hopeless. "It is quite a good move to cut it, Since males will swarm on you non-stop if they know that you are a female," Aja said while smiling at me kindly. "It is. Truthfully. By the way. We initially wanted to seek information about the Immortals. Specifically, the god named Sephtis and the twin goddesses named Ayla and Arie. Do you happen to know who they are?" Lowell asked politely while getting straight to the point.

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"