Azrael Supernatural Novels & Stories

And froze. A male crouched by the low, crackling fire—dark hair tousled from the wind, worn leather jacket hugging broad shoulders, horns curved elegant and deadly sharp like polished obsidian. Those red eyes fixed on me with pure, unfiltered venom, glowing faintly in the morning light. Azrael. The incubus.

Daniel, my son, I remember that night like it was yesterday. We were fleeing from the entity that Belzebub warned me about - Azrael, the Angel of Death. When he appeared, I shielded your eyes, pleading with you not to look, as he demanded I hand you over. Deli, our former babysitter, tried to help, but Azrael's power was too great. In a desperate attempt to protect you, I blocked his gaze, but he revealed his dark angelic face, letting out a piercing scream that almost threw you and Deli off the bridge.

“Is it the graveyard in Peaceful Valley area?” “That would be the one.” Azrael sat down next to Ava, bringing her closer to him. “What does he do there?” “He walks through the graves.” David sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. “I heard that is where he likes to find teenagers and draining them of their energy. He seems to eat off their life force, their souls. Something Lucifer has been trying to do but hasn’t been able to do.”

Rain would come. Azrael, oh how many news and articles have I searched about you, a prodigy and the youngest businessman to ever build a corporation. Why didn't it occur to me that you could possibly discover that I am a creature different from you? I guess I removed the possibility completely. He chuckled for a bit, and if what the humans believe what heaven is, this might be it, at least for me. He smelled so manly with his usual minty scent. My hands cannot help but rest on his broad and hard chest.

Auntie Skyler begins, her voice cautious yet welcoming, “this is Azrael. They have come seeking your aid.” Azrael steps forward, the shadows swirling around them as they finally lower their hood. A face both ancient and ageless gazes upon me, eyes filled with wisdom that seems to pierce straight through to my soul. I feel a jolt of recognition deep within me, as if some long-forgotten memory stirs at the sight of this enigmatic stranger. “Savage,” Azrael speaks, their voice a melodic blend of whispers and echoes, “the time has come for you to fulfill your destiny. The realms are in peril, and only you possess the power to set things right.”

“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.

I can tell by the expression on her face that the truth of her new reality is finally dawning on her. Zoe must hear the panicked tone in her friend's voice because she wraps her arm around her shoulder and calmly replies. “Listen, Bree, what I was saying is the truth; Azazel is a demon, Lucifer is the devil and Fallon... well... Fallon is also supernatural. They're here because they're trying to stop Marina, aka Marael and Sahara, from bringing hell on earth. Sahara and Marael have been keeping you and me stationary until they can use us for their spell.”

It would be a miracle if he could survive the night. Azrael knelt on the floor and put his hands almost tenderly around the head of the dying person and turned his head to the side so that the neck was open in front of him. He greedily bit into the tender flesh in front of him and drew the deliciously tingling blood into himself. The young man gave a slight moan, but remained unconscious. A few moments later he exhaled for the last time and died.

“I have tried over the years to have it lifted, going so far as to seek out witches that held no issue with my kind. I suppose that I would return to what I was before, what you would call a superhuman, but I’ve come to the conclusion that Apollo alone can lift his curse. He promised me death when he did though, so I will most likely be this for eternity.” I frowned as I considered his words, my fingers tracing patterns across his bare chest. Rhazian’s story had left me with more questions than answers. If Apollo was intent on eliminating supernaturals, why create witches, why create me. I needed to know more, but I feared the only people who could give me what I needed were the same coven t

"How many times have I told you not to try that? How many people have died because of that? If you want to turn into a dry corpse like that, tell me, and I will suck your blood dry in an instant!" Balan hissed. His sharp fangs were sticking out of his absurdly plump lips. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just... you know, it's very powerful and if I can handle it, it will be extremely helpful! And the Council obviously is...” Eden Noldorasga frantically explained. He knew Balan would never hurt him, but the aura of a pure-blooded aristocrat elf and vampire wasn't something that an apprentice wizard like him could bear. Actually, it was not something that most of the magical creatures in the supernat