Azriel Gwyn Novels & Stories

Surely this was a mistake. “No, unfortunately it is not.” A deep guttural voice said behind him. The voice was chilling to say the least, what was more chilling was the eyes that peered back at him when he turned to verify it was who he thought. Azazel stood over 6ft tall, just like his twin Abaddon, he had midnight colored hair and crystal blue eyes. One would think they were pretty if they didn’t know what was hiding behind them. “You’re a long way from your kingdom, your majesty.” Daniel stuttered. Azazel was the only person Daniel feared. He was in charge of making sure Daniel knew the consequences of letting a soul slip through his fingers.

♱ • 1750 B.C • ♱ Unfortunately things seemed to make more and more sense, as if one little piece could finally fit the other and all I had left was a damn puzzle practically complete. In the end I had not left so much time to think, after all if Azrael really was a traitor, he would act again. If he were really serving his God - he would try to bring Elaine to the third territory.

"Let me in, brother, let me help you... this path you have chosen, it will consume you. You cannot do this alone, no matter how much you want to..." "...The Ceruleanian you yearn for is no ordinary resident in Cerulean but the Prince. He is Azrael, the direct descendant of the first of the Four Great Gods. This means he not only shares the celestial essence with Obenis himself but has a soul linked to the Third Heavens." He paused for a moment before continuing. "It cannot go on, Azazel. This cycle is doomed to failure. Yes, you can send yourself into the Great Cerulean Palace Halls unnoticed, but once you do as little as share a kiss with Azrael, you both shall begin to transform, taking in

she said snarky, she literally hasn’t seen anyone of them for years, especially Yerachmiel whom she hasn’t saw in probably thousands of years by now and except Ouriel whom she saw before she left. Remiel stood beside Rogziel, if you wouldn’t ask, you wouldn’t know they’re actually twins. The only thing that looks similar on them was their eyes. Beside Rogziel was Yerachmiel, medium brown hair and brown eyes. He has the same hair length with Rogziel but he has his fixed neatly behind his head. The one with the brightest face was Ouriel, he looks young but is actually older than Azrael who is the youngest. He has a dark blonde hair, circular face and a sparkling emerald green eyes. He’s the on

Good Lord Azrail leader of the lone wolves.Very powerful. I need to inform him that I am coming. Like Dawn said more security means safer. Better safe than sorry. I felt my phone vibrate near me, his number. Let's get it over with. I dialed the number and rang four times until the filthy bastard picked up

He said against my skin. “No.” I said defiantly as I looked down and my gaze locked with his. “No?” He growled and his golden eyes turned red. I was slowly learning more about Gavrael, his dominant side, the part of him that was in control most of the time was his wolf. His eyes only turned red when he was angry, and anytime he was disobeyed because the demon half hated to be refused. Also whenever he wanted to use powers that weren’t from the wolf, like teleporting, his eyes turned red. The human side, brown eyes, only appeared when he was calm, and I had barely seen this side since I met him. Maybe if I could reason with him when he was more human, he would listen, that was a plan for anot

She clearly needed reassurance that things were going okay. “The demon here is called Azrael and he is contracted with Beckah Griffen” he said to her. “Why?” Clara said quietly. Caiden processed Azrael’s use of the word ‘fruitful’. It seemed like Azrael might have made a contract with Beckah that involved the souls of other people. Caiden could not call his contract with Clara fruitful because he would only be receiving her soul.

All the feelings of happiness of him being here were quick to fade as he spoke the worst words imaginable to me. "I am Alpha Denver to you and everyone else," He barked, making me flinch a little at his words. "What?!" I shouted, both enraged and shocked by his comment towards me. I stood up from the ground, moving to be face to face with my mate. He's crazy if he thinks I'm below him. I have Alpha blood in me as well; what makes him think I'm someone to be talked down to? I am the twin sister of Timothy Shaw, the daughter of Aaron and Helena Shaw of Dark Moon Pack!

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.

Still she made sure to let up sometimes on the manipulation and she was not a ruthless beast who would destroy the mind of another even if the person was a pure evil bitch. Ariel laid on her bed as she rubbed her head tiredly. She had finally shaken off the overly dependent Layla and boy was she glad. As she scrolled through all the information she had gathered in her head, she smiled. Soon! Soon, I'll be free of this prison and be back to Damien . Just a little more! As she was smiling over her near success, a knock came from the door. She groaned quietly in frustration lest the other person on the other side of the door heard her. She dragged herself out of the bed and walked towards the d