Azrael Wikipedia Novels & Stories

Wet soil with a sugary undertone that was a bit too sweet. Only after the throb in my head faded did I realize I never told him my name. “Who was that?” I looked over at Azrael, whose hands were stiff at his sides. His reluctance was clear, but I wasn’t having any of it. “You know I’ll find out on my own. Just tell me, please.” There was a weight to his stare that had me shuddering. Was Azrael nervous? “That was Sephtis, the god of death.”

The smoke from the light beam cleared, and for a heartbeat, I thought it was over But then, a low, guttural growl rose from the shadows of the darkened cave. Azrael crawled out of the crater my light had made. His skin was charred and peeling, and one of his massive wings hung limp and broken at his side, but his eyes were glowing with a terrifying, murderous purple flame. He wasn't dead. If anything, the pain had made him faster and more dangerous.

I looked at her with irritation. "How could you say that, you know my heart only beat for Aethelfrith," I said, trying to control my temper because of what she had said earlier. Zella put her hands up in defense,"okay, okay, am sorry now tell me about this man," Zella said chuckling. "I met him at the underground dungeon and his name is Azrael," I said. Zella looked at me with a face I couldn't describe and started choking. "Zella, are you okay?" I asked while patting her on the back gently, I handed her a glass of water, she drank from it but was still choking.

Jordan said. “What is the Azrael’s blade and how was it formed?” Penelope asked and the hall was quiet for sometime. “The Azrael blade originally belongs to the angel of death. It was formed in the bowels of hell by the great self acclaimed Lord of hell, Lucifer Morningstar. The blade was stolen during the wars between angels and demons and since then, it has been passed unto many humans and has lost its true essence, you are currently in possession of it” Jordan said and Penelope knew it was the end for her and he was certainly having her powers.

It wasn’t a matter of opinion, he simply was a beautiful man—or creature. “Why are you showing yourself to us?” Darren positioned himself more in front of me as he challenged Azrael. However, if he was who he said he was, this would mean he was powerful. Some call him an angel, while others say he’s a demon, and then you have those who say he’s a god. In any case, everyone knew he was strong and responsible for guiding souls. “You’re the one who interrupted me. I’m here to collect a soul, and you’re here to take the person. Quite the dilemma.”

Noel sighs. “Yeah. I’m just saying he’s the only one who can muster the healing power.” He says. Altarria has no choice but to admit it. Yes, Azrael was one of them long ago. He was a bright and strong guardian. His power is equal with Altarria. He kept peace at the Judgment Road. No one dared to disturb the road. Altarria always partnered up with him in protecting it.

I made a face at the memory. Azrael. Almost as old as Heaven, older than the World; the record-keeper for the lives of the departed, he was not an entity I would ever dream of saying "No" to. You might forget who he was, might be swept in by his neat, meticulous, ordered way and his minor vanity of the tailored off-white Armani suit... But he was the Angel of Death, and he could be terrifying when crossed. Oh well. Time to go. I paused, concentrated, shifted... my wings beating downwards, the powerful thrust driving me slantwise through the dream of existence from the clear morning of Memphis to the overcast just-about-lunch of my beloved Wales.

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“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.”

“Y-You are Eli?” Elder Lucriel stared at Azrael and uttered, “You had her eyes…” he paused and stood up from his chair, “What is your name?” he continued while walking towards us and stopped in front of Azrael. Elder Fana also walked towards us and Azrael stood up, “My name is Azrael Shepherd,”