Azriel Fancast Novels & Stories

With Daegal and the other man who— "Who is he? I've never seen him around here before," Naomi asked. "Azriel... Chief Azriel. He is one of my closest friends and a loyal ally to my rule of the continent. You do not remember seeing him on coronation day? I thought that..." Daegal paused at the confusion on Naomi's face, trying to piece the new revelation together.

he ground out angrily I struggled to pry his hand away, but I was just an adolescent angel in training, newly winged and not yet strong enough to take on someone of his caliber, Azeazel was a full-fledged Archangel and a commander of an elite squad of Angels, he was centuries old despite the fact he only looked like he was in his late thirties. standing at all of six feet, well-built and heavily muscled from years spent as an elite warrior, shoulder length black hair that was greying at the temples only served to make him look more distinguished and imposing,

His act didn't go unnoticed by Sienna. Another jolt of pain wracked her inside. Why did he have to humiliate her all the time? The bell rang. It was the time for training. Azriel was one of the trainers. Despite being only eighteen, the boy had outstanding combat skills. Valor ran in his veins and an insatiable hunger for conquest burned in his core. His obsession for power and supremacy had turned him into a competitive bastard. He could go to any length to win. The students were lined up in many rows.

For some reason that did not matter at all, I think my attraction towards the descendants of Eve was reduced when my memories came back. Anyways, I think I'm ready, looking at my status board that changed quite significantly. Name: Azriel Iliac (Eleceed) - F-tier Strength: Unmeasurable Agility: 5*000";';'!$($ Luck: 1*";";393000 Defense: 5*503039';_;4_;_ Intelligence: 1384;_&;!$"(3939 Immunity: _!138$($($2!2??)/39

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.”

"We have to help Sleepy." "How do we fight Fabian?" Azrael asks. "He is monstrous. I thought I was big, but I'm nothing compared to that thing." "I don't know how to defeat him," I reply. "Maybe we should just attack Fabian now that he is busy trying to eat Sleepy?" "Good idea." Azrael spreads his wings, charging forward with incredible speed. What is even more impressive is that I find myself able to remain standing on his shoulder. This strange glitter covers my entire body—Azrael is probably using magic to keep me from falling down.

He lowered his head immediately. “Just like Asher said, we’ll come back later tonight. But if we end up getting tricked…” Azriel paused, staring at Roman. “I will personally send him to hell myself,” I finished. Azriel exhaled deeply and rose to his feet. My eyes flicked to Asher—he was lost in thought. She used to be his favorite. He always spent more time with her than us. “Aren’t you all leaving?” Azriel asked. I rubbed my forehead in exhaustion. “I’ll have a drink,” I said, staring at Asher. I knew he’d stay too.

I asked, frowning slightly. “You sound like you can’t wait to get away from me.” He chuckled lightly, stretching out his hand at the same time, “I’m Azriel, and it’s nice to make your acquaintance.” I stared at his face then back to his waiting hand. He brought it further to me, “Come on, it’s a bit rude to leave a hand waiting. Look, people would think I’m being ignored while asking you out. I mean, I’m asking you out to be my friend now, but it’s still not the asking out that they’d think is happening right now.”

the dragon seemed to roar Ariet name for a long time only to receive a calm and full of gratitude look from the strongest Archmage of the world Ariet L'Caster. "Elish doesn't be too foolish to believe in the Raziel ... Take care of our Aysha; she is very naive... Ciel is a good person... you should value him more... Ah, at least were you who ended this torment... I can die in peace now..." Ariet voice was too soft and let a warm sensation, but every few phrases, he vomited blood, that is a painful image.