Azrael Supernatural Novels & Stories

“I bet Cassiel would want to know a thing or two from the mundane.” “No way… no bloody way are we bringing her to the Sanctum,” Xyrelle countered. “She’s a fucking mundane, Nyx.” “With what unfolded today, Relle, I don’t think she’s just a human,” Zane said softly. His quiet tone felt worse compared to Xyrelle’s snapping or Nyxen’s anger. “The past few days I’ve been watching you, I don’t see you having any encounters with demons or vamps or warlocks, little red. Or have you?”

Ruby questioned pointing at the purple bladed black scythe displayed on the wall over the fireplace. "Well, that's Azrael, slayer of immortals. It can kill even gods, demons, and the highly phantasmal Dragons. It's an heirloom one of my ancestors collected from a gorgon. No one wielded it because they were too afraid of its power. It can strike fear in everyone by its mere presence as people tend to be when facing death. Once an entity is slain by its blade their existence will vanish completely. It also destroys both the body and the soul, no heaven or hell just nothing. It is one of the sharpest blades in all of the Realm of Twilight along with Excalibur." Adrian explained after putting do

“Not like you. She’s more like a guardian, remember I wasn’t given birth to” Hagne nodded. “So, Azaliah told me she fell from the sky…by accident”. She said while facing Aleph. The angel nodded. “Correct”. “Is that even possible?” Aleph stared at her. “It is. And she’s in trouble because of it”. “You’ve been saying that for some time now, aren’t you going to tell us what kind of trouble I’m in”. Azaliah commented. “Azaliah you fell into the earth”. He said.

Yawayer utilized this power to its fullest so he could tear into the fabric of reality, escape to another existence, and become immortal. Archangel Azrael and Archangel Chamuel exited Heaven and reappeared near the park where Azrael and Maia battled. Well, not battled per se, but had powerful words with one another. Azrael made a calculated retreat when he faced Maia, an eight-winged person. Now that she had broken through into the Tenth wings, what were his plans for destroying Blake Elon, who she protects?

He brought his fingers together, with the nails pointed out then pressed his nails against his chest. A chest that is nothing but skin and bones now. Not an ounce of meat left on him. His face is sunken in and so is his stomach. He takes a deep breath in and holds it then jumps at the sudden voice as he was getting ready to push his hand into his chest and try to pierce his own heart. "Stop! Don't kill us!" "What? Who's there?" Azrael calls out into the dark. His eyes searching, trying desperately to see who's standing in the dark with him. But as he listens, he hears nothing, no other heartbeat, no one breathing. Did he imagine that voice?

He turned around and got into his car, I was left with a frown, I don't like puns, I don't like having to decipher what other people are saying, it feels like a damn maze where it's hard to escape, I inhaled and exhaled, and continued. When I was about to cross, I didn't know about me, everything went black, everything ceased to exist...but what the fuck just happened to me? AZAEL BLACKWELL. The plan came out much more hurriedly than I had planned, my anxiety shot from a ten to a thousand, and I couldn't stand the pressure of having her away from my arms, and now that I see her there unconscious on the plane seat, it all seems so damn crazy.

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body. Is this it? I am a devil? The fact that the words of the Holy Bible is slashing my flesh like knives and the holy water like acid burning through my flesh are evidence enough that I have finally lost my last straw of humanity. I tried to hold on to it, for the sake of one last chance on earth, to feel human, to feel loved and to belong, but this, this is not me. I am no longer Hannah, I am the devil himself. My heart is aching not because of the torture the priest is subjecting me to, but because of the hurt I feel, as I feel my last chance to have a happy normal life, slipping away from me.

he ordered. “I’m not planning to” and the butterfly spun faster. She took a deep breath and for a while everything was silent. She absorbed from all the energy around her. From the earth, to the atmosphere and fellow supernaturals. And when she let go, the electricity that the steel had absorbed also released and what resulted was a massive blast destroying the area of land and the surroundings leaving a sunken piece of land in its place. When everything cleared there was only a lot of bloody bodies and no Tresicta.

But for Andra, knowing that every monsters in their worst nightmares exist in reality is freaking her out. "Wait, what are these?" Ethan asked out nowhere. "Here, look." Barry looked the page he showed him. "Oh, those are the furies. Nasty creatures that comes after those who got away from justice. Contrary to public knowledge, furies needs to be summoned. They can't just hunt down human and kill them. Thousands of years ago, Olympian gods and goddesses used furies as their messenger of justice. Once a human was deemed guilty in the eyes if the gods and goddesses, furies can kill that Hunan freely. Until their connection to the gods became stronger that they no longer need the gods to kill h