Azrael Santi Novels & Stories

Anaya, I'm sorry, I will run away from this world all alone, I don't want to bring you with me, you should stay, take care of your siblings, make a life, get married and be happy. Asher, I love you, baby, your brother is going to go to heaven, I will pray for you every day, I need you to know that you've always been my favourite, my number one. Please, live on, move on, I'm not worth your tears or sadness. Hey, Andrew

I can't help but grit my teeth when the stinky blood of a rogue wafted heavily on my nose. "Dear ancestors, hear my plea. Help me find the rogues and the Ravens. I have here the blood of a rogue and something that belongs to the Raven. Help me find them. In nomine Dei Patres, Dei Felii, et Dei Spiritus Sancti , Amen! " Elena said and then she slowly closed her eyes. I just stared at her and waited for what would happen next. But after a while, I still don’t see anything happening in my surroundings. I don't know but I'm expecting the same thing would happen just like the first time I brought Elena here and there's a strong wind that I feel like my soul just left my body.

His shoulders are large and muscled up, yet his arms are small with just the right amount of muscles to complement his shoulder. The water around me bounces, as Azrael steps in walking straight towards me. His eyes zero on mine, his thin yet perfect lips curling in a small smile. They are tinted with a natural pink, and as he halts mere inches before me the whiff of jasmines, and sandalwood hit my nostrils. But there is something more to the scent, something hidden in the undertone of the sandalwood that sends a shiver down my spine.

“What the hell is going on? These men dragged me from my apartment. Please tell me what’s happening!” Freya couldn’t speak. Tears were already running down her cheeks. Azrael emerged from the shadows near the altar. Tall, impossibly perfect, wearing only black pants. His muscular torso was bare, eyes glowing blood red in the candlelight. He looked like sin given flesh. Sophie screamed when she saw him. Azrael moved fast. He grabbed Sophie by the throat and slammed her down onto the large stone altar at the front of the church, right beneath the broken crucifix. “Freya,” he said calmly, voice dripping with dark pleasure, “strip your sister. Slowly. I want you to feel every second of this.”

Azrael and Astria, my precious babies, are lying on the bed, looking adorable in their outfits. Azrael, my little gentleman, is dressed in a miniature suit that makes him look uncannily like his father, Hades. He exudes a sense of maturity, despite his tender age. His dark hair is perfectly messy, and his bright eyes sparkle with mischief. Astria, my tiny princess, is a vision in pink. Her dress accentuates her dark curls, making them pop against her porcelain skin. She looks like a ballerina, ready to twirl across the stage. Her eyes shine with excitement, and I can sense her eagerness to explore.

“What is time displacement you mentioned?” “He’s proficient in the laws of time; how could such a lower-realm person be able to comprehend the laws of time? This is very dangerous to be in the hands of a low-realm human.” Azrael said, pondering a bit. “And you are?” Father Stan asked. “Are you from the Vatican? Are you able to help?” Sir Aldridge asked. Azrael was silent for a good while. Then he looked at the people in front of him. “I’m Azrael. The Vatican summoned and sent me here to help with this, Blake Elon,” Azrael said, confirming their suspicions.

All three of them were in a pathetic state that no one in Azenla could ever believe that they were the respected individuals of the empire before. "Well, would you look at that?" Santi began. His right cheek rested on his right knuckles as his long silver hair blanketed the floor. The blue jeweled eyes, which were his trademark, were nowhere to be seen. Instead, his eyes were dark purple. In his irises, there was a shadow of black that danced in between.

-cheat throwing the mobile to the ground. - Hey, hey ...- Azael says, putting down the macaroni and walking up to me. I have a terrible desire to cry, but I'm not going to do it, I'm sick of crying because of everyone- Easy -He whispers in my ear as he hugs me, making my hair stand on end. I close my eyes and inhale deeply the scent of Azael, as I feel his hand stroking my hair. -I have to go- I say sadly. As dangerous as Azael can be, in his arms I feel safe, I feel safe from the world.

"Azeal!!! Long time no see. I hope your training is going well…" "Yes… and who is she?" He turned to me and asked. "Solaria!!! Last angel of mortal land." He said with a heavy heart and my eyes widened. Why didn't he tell me this? "So, Solaria! I am glad that you are here and together we will train to be the best." Said Azeal. "Excuse me, who are you?" I asked him. "Your destined Brother!!! I am a seraph!!!" He announced proudly. "A seraph? You mean… you are a true seraph?" I was stunned and wondered.

The smoke from the light beam cleared, and for a heartbeat, I thought it was over But then, a low, guttural growl rose from the shadows of the darkened cave. Azrael crawled out of the crater my light had made. His skin was charred and peeling, and one of his massive wings hung limp and broken at his side, but his eyes were glowing with a terrifying, murderous purple flame. He wasn't dead. If anything, the pain had made him faster and more dangerous.