Azrael Wikipedia Novels & Stories

He said and I raised an eyebrow, listening to their conversation in silence. “He?” He asked, taking a deep breath as if to calm himself. The beta’s heart raced and I frowned in confusion at that, somewhat curious about who would dare take the Lycan’s sister, surely the person who did it lost his mind. “Ezra.” He said, making my heart race. My mate was alive. “What do you mean, Ezra?” Killian asked, his tone hardening as he asked. “The man fucking died in the explosion, how…?”

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.

“Now listen, girl. You have to realize that you have opened a whole lot of darkness, by falling in love with a fallen angel like Azrael.” “He isn’t a fallen angel, Grandmother Willow.” Ava turned towards her with a glare within her eyes. Something that the spirit was glad to see, other than the pain. “He is the Angel of Death, not a fallen angel. He was a given a job to collect souls for God.”

Ru could remember being terrified as a child when there was a lunar eclipse, and Liddy Brown had insisted the moon would turn to blood, signifying the beginning of the Tribulation. One particular website she stumbled upon caught her interest. It was a listing of demons, complete with artists’ renderings of what they were supposed to look like, dating back to Biblical times. Most of them were horrific and scary looking. Azrael caught her attention. Some of the pictures showed him as a hideous creature with more than one face and dozens of hands and wings, some as a black-winged angel with a dark face, and others as a glowing Archangel of God. “It is said that Azrael was a helper to God, but t

Azriel sat beside me, his body turned toward mine and waited until I finally looked at him before he spoke again. “He wasn’t aggressive,” Azriel said. “He wasn’t defensive. He looked… different.” “Different?” I questioned. My voice was barely above a whisper. Azriel nodded. “Older. Tired and desperate to speak to you.” A strange mix of emotions rose inside me, fear, anger, confusion, and something I didn’t want to name. I didn’t know if it was pity or just old memories scraping against the present. “What did he say?” I asked quietly.

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 protected me… "I may not be an ideal king, but I am still one of the finest swordsmen!" Azrael grunted, raising his sword as he plunged it straight into Jaylen’s chest, before pulling his sword free and killing the Fae. My heart was ringing in my ears as Azrael fell to his knees. "Azrael!" I cried, dragging free and slicing off another Fae’s head as I caught my brother before those shards went right through him. "You... Why?!"

It took three, four, or five second, before the scent hit me. It’s him. The man in the archives. Azrael.

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.

he shot back, then added with a wink, “but thanks for the vote of confidence.” “His name,” Seren said suddenly. “It’s Azrael.” We all turned toward her. “I heard it in the echo of the chamber after he left. Not just his name, but his titles. Azrael, the Ashborn. Azrael, Flame Unyielding.” Lazriel looked rattled. “Ashborn… that wasn’t a name. It was a prophecy. A warning, scrawled in one of Sariyah’s oldest grimoires. She burned the page herself.”