Azrael Supernatural Novels & Stories

Then, finally— “The Ghost came for me.” Ayesha froze. “What?” Azrael’s expression darkened. “Years ago, I got too close. I uncovered something I wasn’t supposed to, and before I knew it, I became their next target.” Reva frowned. “Then how are you still alive?” Azrael smirked, but there was no amusement in his eyes. “Because I did what I do best.” Ayesha’s stomach turned. “You disappeared.” Azrael nodded. “And now, it’s time to finish what I started.”

The battle will begin today, and only one of us needs to stay and it would be me. I heard voices from above and they were all cheering. I can hear the metal screeching and It seems that they are preparing for the war. The spiritual war that will happen today. The spiritual war happened billions of years ago and will happen again now, not because we need to know who is mightier but to bring balance on earth. I need to end his ambition of being a god because he will never be one. The thunder roared and the heaven split. The angels from heaven fly down like lightning. The help is here and I am no longer outnumbered. The war between me and my brother started. While I keep an eye on Maria. I will

"That's the one!" Saye peeps. I shouldn't be surprised because the world isn't as every day as people believe it to be. There are unearthly beings in this world that no humans have ever known. They only see them in aspects of media for entertainment. But to think, the real Azrael is before me in the flesh. However, his name in the bible describes a fallen angel, an archangel like Lucifer who rebelled against the heavens. I guess the history of angels and demons as mortal enemies is true. Azrael is titled the Angel of Death and Grim Reaper, an entity responsible for transporting souls to the afterlife with records of the deceased.

He looked at rest, but I knew better. Azrael, the fallen angel of death. They are responsible for the separation of souls from the host, that is, the body. Of course, they would be the ruler of this realm. I say they, because the Angel of death is gender-neutral, as they appear different to every soul, sometimes males, sometimes female. Azrael often appears like a robed skeleton with a scythe because that is what people expect to see. However, they were currently in their prime, so their true form is shown. Azrael holds a rather benevolent role as the angel of death, wherein they act as a psychopomp, responsible for transporting the souls of the deceased after death. Both in Islam and Judais

He stepped forward, and the moonlight through the window finally hit him. Azrael was a god carved out of nightmare and desire. He was easily six-foot-five, his body a map of hard muscle and scarred bronze skin. He was buck naked, and he didn't give a damn. His cock was heavy and semi-erect, swaying slightly as he walked toward the edge of my chalk circle. His face was beautiful in a way that hurt to look at—sharp jaw, high cheekbones, and eyes that were nothing but glowing, molten gold. "You're real," I managed to breathe out, my hands clutching my thighs.

The quilt and bed linen is white, the television is 72 inches attached to the wall. "How much is your place?" asked Aza. "If you don't buy, then don't ask," said Dark. Aza just laughed. "You can't tell that tomorrow we'll be neighbours." Dark just took a peek at Aza and watched what he was watching. Aza is one of those fallen angels. Fallen angel means angels that have been expelled from heaven or angels that have sinned. And Aza was among them. However, Azra has already forbidden the fallen angels to intervene in the work of the reapers. But they remain stubborn and continue to interfere in the mission of other angels, particularly the Guardians. They brought confusion to the people who ar

"Remember the book about the orbs? The one we are trying to achieve is the purple orb also known as Murasaki. It says that it only appears when the night sky is awake." "I feel chills already," Selena mumbled, rubbing both of her arms. Slowly, Kitto closed his hand. No wonder why the Angel had appeared before him. He is warned that this orb is his to defeat. Apologizing to Arwha will have to wait until they get the orb. Menna was tip toeing, trying to reach a flower of the purple robe black locust tree when she saw how the sky was clear blue today. No big cotton clouds that she enjoys. She stopped reaching and smiled cutely.

Dear reader, welcome back to the Supernatural Spa... If you wonder if there is anything here about The Divine, yes there is. Remember that one of my closest friends and source is considered the Hierophant of the Paranormal All-Stars. And this usually represents religious teachings and is also known as The Pope. The thing is, my friend Mab intends to represent The Most Holy Trinity in the Paranormal Industry and Supernatural Circles simply because she finds it unfair that someone who she considers the most powerful spiritual being would not have a representative in these areas.

He whispered into Gadreel’s ear. When an angel dies, its soul dies with it. There is no rebirth. There is no return home. It is final. A tear ran down Gabriel’s check as he watched cracks of light rip his friend apart. The end of an Angel is surprisingly beautiful. There is no blood just light and then a burst, almost like a fire work. Gabriel was met by instant pain. Not in his side where Gadreel’s sword had pierced his skin. But in his back. His wings were being ripped from his body.

“You’ve been preparing this for years.” “Yes.” “All the meetings. The quiet alliances.” “Yes.” “The rumors.” “Yes.” Her voice drops to almost nothing. “You never cared about just breaking their bond.” “It was useful,” I say. “But it was never the end.” The hum deepens. Lyra swallows hard. “What is Azrael?” I open my eyes. “An adversary to lunar order.” Her face drains of color. “You’re aligning with something that hates the Moon.” “I am aligning with balance.”