Azrael Wikipedia Novels & Stories

Raphael half-joked. "I know what you mean," I said plainly. "Auzzy," Raphael announced, "how nice of you to come back so soon." Archangel Azrael, the collector of souls for Father— God's helper, appeared onto us. "This could have been precluded." He lifted his red shroud, letting soul particles escape into Raphael's mortar. He then gave Raphael his palm to incise, quickly and painlessly letting his blood drop into the mortar. "I won't do this again," he stated. "No matter how much Father loves us. There has to be some order, brother."

“Sleep, my light. Until the world is peaceful enough for you to wake.” Above, blood tears stopped falling. Valenfort’s sky turned pure black for the first time in years. But deep below, where earth still warmed — something stirred. Azrael — the sealed one — opened his eyes. Crimson light reflected in his pupils. A cracked smile echoed in the night: “Thank you, Lucien… you opened the final lock.”

“And you… stole my crown. And now you’ve brought her into it.” He glanced at me like I was a puzzle, dangerous and fragile all at once. “She doesn’t belong here. Neither of you do. But I will fix that.” The air shifted, heavier now, and the shadows leaned in closer to us. The underworld itself seemed to shiver at Kael’s presence. Before I could react, Azrael appeared. Not in judgment — not yet — but with the weight of eternity pressing down. Wings of iridescent white, sword sheathed at his side, eyes glowing with warning.

The girl was left dumbfounded. The girl in a cape was the last psychopomp called “Azrael”. She’s the guardian of souls of the living and the dead. She uses the name “Azrael” when she’s in the land of the dead while she lives under the name of “Melinoe A. Cadman” in the human world. She is a beautiful girl who has long black and silver blue hair that lived for three-thousand years. She’s an immortal and kept living with the human family as the daughter of “Cadman”. She’s been the only daughter of this family for thousands of generations that she was reincarnated.

“Ah? Really? But–” “I am not sure why, but may I ask what you are doing here in my quarters?” Azriel’s calm voice comes from behind Aiden. I stiffen, but Aiden doesn’t. He turns around while I peek from behind alpha Aiden. Alpha Azriel looks livid if one goes by his stormy eyes, which have gone black. “I am inquiring about Aysel’s work. Why is she looking after accounts?” Alpha Aiden asks instead of replying. Azriel lets out a derisive chuckle and shakes his head. “I am surprised by how much of a hero you act in front of others while they are being someone else’s responsibility.”

♱ • 1750 B.C • ♱ Unfortunately things seemed to make more and more sense, as if one little piece could finally fit the other and all I had left was a damn puzzle practically complete. In the end I had not left so much time to think, after all if Azrael really was a traitor, he would act again. If he were really serving his God - he would try to bring Elaine to the third territory.

-Do you know who Azael is? He looks at me with a terrified face. -Azael Grimm? The new? - I'm not quite sure it's called that, but I nod my head because there aren't many people named Azael in this country. So much less in high school. What's more, I think there is only one person in the world named like that and that is him. -What's the matter with him? - He's the one who bumped into us on the day of the dance, Jason- I say bluntly.

Yerachmiel live among humans for already 6,000 years. The 10th century or the High Middle Ages was the last time Azrael ever saw him. Azrael may have visited the human world for a couple of times but Yerachmiel never showed himself until now. She’s one of her siblings who believed Yerach left because of how cluttered their family had become.

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 ♥️

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.