Azrael Supernatural Novels & Stories

I begged “What's— what's going on?” Mel sobbed. “Oh, sweetheart are you still oblivious to what's going on around you? Well, let's put Mel here in the know, don't you all agree?” He grinned, “Mel your friend isn't crazy, demons are real and unfortunately for you... I am one of them,” he added. “Yeah, but you were an angel, a well respectable one, what happened Azrael?” Stefan asked. “I got a better deal,” he grinned.

Azrael said in a trembling voice as his eyes were wild in rage, "She was crying for me; I know it. I felt it in my bones, in my blood! And they dared... they dared to touch her? My Zafira. My mate. My queen. My child! I’ll tear their world apart. I’ll carve their names into the stones of hell before I let them breathe another second of peace. She’s mine! And whoever tried to take her... they’ve already written their death sentence. I’m not coming to rescue her. I’m coming to ruin them" .... Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

When Hal came out of the airport, Finnegan and his men immediately stopped him by getting in his way. Finnegan no longer stood as straight as he used to. He also no longer carried his air of grace as before. In fact, to Hal, Finnegan barely even looked human. Finnegan demanded my ashes from Hal, but Hal simply replied, "I buried her ashes in the rose garden." Unexpectedly, Finnegan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He rushed up to Hal, meaning to throw punches at him. Luckily, the Hendersons reacted in time and hurriedly separated them both.

And with that, everyone aside from the Zorondans who entered the heritage zone were dead! Over five hundred youths, dozens of fief elders, three patriarchs from each faction, two fief lords, and the chief of the Alliance… None of them got away, all of them becoming fertilizer for the Coffin of the Gods! From lords, heirs, and Scion-ranked patriarchs to Caleb, they were weeds to be rooted out! And high up in the air, he was once again slowly raising his greatsword. "Apocalyptic Dragonflame, First Style—Dragonbreath!"

He retorted back, repeating my question in a mocking way. "Drake." Ethan called him in a warning tone before he averted his eyes on me. "Speak now, Cielle. What happened to that event?" I heave a deep sigh and shake my head at him, "I don't know." "People died back there, and our name is being blamed for it! If it gets to the authorities, we'll be doomed!" Drake hissed at me and my eyes sharpened while looking back at him. "How could you let this happen to a project that you're handling?"

Alone at last, having steamy fresh coffee while the sky got a little lighter outside the windows to the east, I told them what I’d found in Hugo’s chest. “You think it will work?” asked Brett, a little disappointed to hear the mysterious mighty ritual was burning some herbs with a little oil and saying a short prayer. “The prayer works on its own,” I replied, and told them about seeing Brandon’s angel after only reading it. “I’m worried about Kujo,” Amy said, thoughtful. “He’s in the same category of the entities we’re trying to block out of the building. And you saw his reaction yesterday, in the tunnels: he could hardly stand, yet he growled like he was ready to attack.”

I heard Azrael say from right next to me, right before she replied, “Yes, yes, you were just following the half-breed. I know,” She knowingly smiled, flipping on the table what seemed like a tarot card, only it had some weird symbols instead of the usual descriptive drawings. “Her soul is bound to yours... Interesting...” She muttered mostly to herself, not sparing a single glance at the card lying on the table, still keeping her gaze fixated towards the window. Okay, this is getting seriously weird right now. She then flipped yet another card, just like the last time, not even bothering to look down at it and with a deadly serious tone, she said,

Kallista shook it, surprised by his warmth and even more surprised that Jaxon had a sibling but then again, what did she know about his family? Zayn was a stark contrast to everyone she'd met so far in the cold mansion. He had a charm that disarmed her. “Enough introductions,” Evelyn said, her tone sapping all the warmth of the earlier moment away. “Zayn, don’t you have something better to do?” “Not really,” Zayn said, flashing Kallista another grin before sauntering off. “Lila,” Evelyn said, the impatience in her voice clear.

Reincarnated, he possessed greater transcendent potential, now fused with this miraculous artifact. The Eye of Aslant, originally the Eye of Insight, was a sacred relic of the Aslant Civilization, a once high-tier Astral-level civilization. Its destruction during the war with the Fulgor Civilization had astonished all. “Who would have thought an artifact deemed indestructible could fail at the hands of a fragile one like me?” Logo mused wryly. Miraculous artifacts, born from the rules of the Astral Realm, carried immense, often incomprehensible powers—Time White Feather, Chaos Stele, Elemental Furnace, Death Note—renowned across the realm.

“But the bond is the oldest cage of all.” The room trembled. A new presence pressed down on everything—heavy, ancient, not Hollow King, not tracker, not Selah. The Moon. Even here, inside the bond, it arrived like gravity. A voice—not in my ears, but in my bones—spoke once, low and vast: ASHBOUND. The word shook the nursery walls. Selah’s smile faltered. The shadow inside Kieran went still. Kieran’s blue eyes widened in desperate hope. “Aria,” he whispered. “It’s you. It’s calling you.”