Azrael Santi Novels & Stories

my eyes landed on the man who’d put me through so much humiliation. What the hell was Luca doing here? “Patriarch Vasiliev.” Lorenzo’s voice came out tight and hard as his hand clenched at my waist and pulled me closer to his body.

Lila followed the ritual exactly — black candles, fresh blood from her palm, the ancient words spoken at midnight under a blood moon. The air grew thick and hot. The candles flared unnaturally high. Then the shadows in the room coalesced into something massive. He stepped out of the darkness like he owned it. Azrael was beautiful in the most terrifying way. Towering over seven feet tall, with obsidian skin that seemed to drink in light, glowing crimson eyes, and a muscular body carved from pure sin. Horns curved back from his head, and massive black wings were folded behind him. His presence filled the room with raw, ancient power.

Azrael didn’t let me come down. The moment my body stopped shaking from the last orgasm, he flipped me onto my back with terrifying ease, his massive frame caging me against the black silk sheets. His storm-gray eyes burned into mine, dark with obsession and something deeper something that looked almost like worship wrapped in violence. “You feel that?” he rasped, voice rough as gravel, as he dragged the thick head of his cock through my cum-soaked folds. “You’re dripping for me, Seraphina. Your body already knows who it belongs to.”

“Aurora…” “Let me finish” I said, raising my hand at Dante who frowned “Caspian is a cop who was against what Giovanni did. He sent men to go after him, his mate is an agent as well. Both didn’t want me getting in trouble with the Giovanni business and have been trying to get me out of it. Third, there is no such thing as a sire bond. Not in the sense that you referred to at least. Therefore, the next time you choose to listen to someone, or want to accuse me of something like that…”

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

Even the books I have do not have an agreed appearance for the God of Death. “Asterion!” I heard my name being called. It felt like I was underwater. I groaned as there was a loud chorus of voices calling my name. “Please. Please wake up. Please don’t leave us alone.” someone cried, and I felt tears on my face. Are they my tears? No, someone's crying above me, and it’s their tears hitting my face. Why do they cry?

"It may be to you. But, like I said, he may let you work. But it’s dangerous. Mariano’s grandmother, Donna Ginevra, was killed in a grocery store. Shot." “That’s terrible.” She smiled at me, and I stood up. "Thanks, Aria, we should definitely hang out sometime." A smile took over her face. "Definitely, Izzy." I ventured off to look for Mariano.

I gave up and drop my body again. “Well, I am once a human being,” she said. Wait. What? I sat again and study if she is serious and yes she is. “You mean you are a soul now?” “Sort of. I’m more on some guardian. Angelo gave me this task looking after you since before. I’ve seen the different kinds of Selena growing up in different lives but still end up the same.” I got silent. She looks as young as me but she is also a thousand years old already.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."