Azriel Fancast Novels & Stories

With a roar of pure strength, Derrick shoved the spear upward, throwing Azrael off balance for just a second. He turned his head slightly, glancing back at me with a grim look. "Get up, Jinx! I can't hold him forever!" Azrael snarled, his face twisting into a mask of pure hate. "Another bug to crush. I'll peel the skin from your bones, boy!"

Emperor Khalil Zachary Ventimiglia. He was hailed as the youngest Great Archmage in history. Ever since he was a child, the potential that he had was already shown to the continent. Unfortunately, he took too much of the limelight that his twin sister, Princess Kristina Zariah Ventimiglia, hadn't got a chance to have any. The attention, care, and resources poured down to Khalil while his twin sister was thrown at the back. Because unlike him, Kristina had a below-average talent in magic and no affinity with sword energy. It was like the twins were made to be polar opposite with each other.

Felicity hissed at him and I quickly pulled her back to my side. "'Licy, you're starting a fight!" My voice was sharp when I whispered in her ears. "Stop it! We're here to have fun, remember?" I know Felicity's attitude. She's a spoiled youngest child of my uncle and when something is not to her liking, she would immediately throw a fit to have things her way. And I can't let her do that right now. Not especially that I have a problem to settle with and she's not even aware of it. I came here to have fun and forget about my creepy little lurker and until now, that's what I intend to gain here, not a fight to seize.

- Azriel - Chasing Lucifer had exhausted many of the angel troops. Azriel expected difficulties with Lucifer and thought of every sacrifice as necessary. 'Killing our kind is a specialty of yours. Soon though, soon you'll feel the same despair we did.' Azriel had setup plans with Cytus prior. He knew the parasite would attempt to go after Lucifer directly, so he made sure to correct the potential mistake. "Go to the highest roof you can. You'll be more useful as a sniper." Azriel had said to Cytus.

now ariel goes to selection training, he messes up something because F-125 is a suicidal mission and they are most likely to be killed, they are just sacrifices for the nation. Ariel is trained with general and he is physically fine, he has so many skills in the sword, he can defeat anyone with a sword, he can perform any military training, now his training withers general serve him well. he did every training and get a 7 out of 10 mark which is good for him now he gets an F-125 squad easily it just smooth like butter for him. after getting a selection of 125 squads, he knows about information, when the war going to start.

And to Gabriel, she wonders what does he feel every time someone talks about Lucifer’s defeat from him. When she finishes singing, she heard an applause from above and saw the ever annoying Ouriel climbing down the grand staircase, dramatically. He walks to Azrael who was now scowling at him, “I thank Dad for giving us talent in singing, but he didn’t give it fairly because you were the only one who’s best in it.” he said as he sat down beside Azrael. “Why praise me? What do you want?” Azrael moved away from him a little bit just to see his face. He was wearing a simple white long sleeves, with buttons in front of it. He looks like a high school boy with his hair falling freely.

Azazel explained. Matthew was stunned for a moment. Since Matthew stayed silent for a while, Azazel continued with his explanation. “I’m not sure why the bird told me about him, but one thing’s for sure is that he’s doing one hell of a job.” “What do you mean?” “His team is amongst the best operatives on Earth. Now that I think about it again, he also inherits Draco Blair’s genes. I guess that’s why he’s so capable. His team has one of the best achievements so far as well since they were able to defeat something that even the elite teams couldn’t.”

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

I'm curious how long they've been waiting for their revenge. I then call Azrael over to demonstrate a small battle with me. It's a struggle not to use my magic in my movements and combat; I can tell Az has the same problem. I was 102 years old when he was born, so even when we started training together, I still had my magic and used it. The last time I would have fought without magic would have been before it manifested when I was 17, which was a long fucking time ago.

Still, even though he eventually reconnected with his siblings, his hatred for what his Father did remained there, deep rooted within his soul. I also found out that Azrael, the Archangel of Death, at creation, he was gifted with the lethal touch and no human being had ever been able to walk again the Earth alive after being blessed with his touch. That until I came into picture. Apparently, for some unknown reason, I am the only one who has ever touched him and remained pretty much alive. Well, that explains a lot by the way. So, after we arrived at Luc’s place, I decided to search for him and apologize for my inappropriate behavior.