Azriel Fancast Novels & Stories

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.

A sign that Azrael can leave. While driving he thought of saying hello to his girlfriend. Akira Cruz, a bank teller assigned to Makati. Unbeknownst to Akira, Azrael is a Product supervisor in a company in Taguig so Azrael always has an out-of-town walk. He had no idea that Azrael was a feared assassin. “Babe, where are you? Can I see you?" “Of course, babe. I'm already at home, did you just come home? Maybe you're tired,” Akira replied quickly.

" I heard someone call from behind me and I turned around to see a beaming Azriel. " Hello nugget" he said to cade as he picked him up. " Azriel! You promised to buy me that game console" cade said, pouting his mouth. " It's all your dad's fault. He never paid me." Azriel said, pointing to aloha Lloyd who just rolled his eyes. " It's good to see you again Veronica" azriel said as he dropped cade. " You too. I was beginning to think I would never see you again" I said to him.

I was trying not to cause a scene and attract even more unnecessary attention. “Marcella isn’t my mate either. It was all an act between us to make her Luna. We can go back, Victoria. She’ll be out of the equation, and trust me, I’ve got strong backing now and I’m going to be the next Beta Vasiliev. All you have to do is help me and betray the Greco. They’ll throw you away soon…” He kept dragging me toward the darkest corner, feeding me all that ridiculous garbage. At the same time, I was catching important pieces, but I couldn’t let anyone see me like this. They’d twist it. They’d assume the worst.

Sitting at a table with Kyle, Steve, Suzie, and Grayson I cannot stop myself from staring at Alpha Zac as he addresses the pack. I thought Grayson was delicious-looking, but fuck he was just a snack compared to Alpha Zac. He is built like a sex god. He was at least a foot taller than me, with chocolate brown hair that was perfectly tousled. Longer on the top, short on the sides. Piercing blue eyes, the same color as the rivers around us. A slight bit of scruff was neatly outlined on his sharp jawline. I could see every budging muscle under his dress shirt. Corded forearms were showing as his sleeves were rolled back.