Azriel Novels & Stories

“You must be Zoe?” I nod my head warily but don’t answer. Instead, I ask. “Who are you?” He extends his hand towards me in greeting and enfolds it with mine. “I’m Mikhail. I’m Azazel’s best friend.” My eyebrows go up to my hairline in astonishment. “Seriously?” He nods his head and looks back at the sparring duo. “Yep. Azazel is my boy.” I think about his answer for a moment. Then a thought strikes me. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help but ask. “Are you…” I clear my throat and lick my dry lips. “Are you…like him?”

- 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.

"You were completely right to slap me. I was acting like a fool. I should be focusing entirely on our mission to liberate this land instead of chasing old feelings that are long gone. You love Dorian, and I need to respect that. I am here to help you fight for our people, nothing else." Before I could reply to his apology, heavy footsteps thudded against the wooden floorboards at the far end of the hallway. Elder Robert stepped into the corridor, accompanied by a tall, heavily built man dressed in dark tactical armor. The man had sharp grey eyes, a long scar across his left cheek, and two heavy pistols strapped to his chest. This was Azrael, a former elite army commander for the Moonstone pa

“She is controlling your minds with her sorcery!” An elder priest stepped forward slowly from the ranks of the clergy. He had been one of Aria’s most vocal accusers in the days leading to this moment. His expression now appeared utterly shattered. “No,” he said firmly. The southern king whirled toward him in disbelief. “You too?” The priest met his gaze with hollow, haunted eyes. “No magic forced me to see my own sins. I chose blindness willingly all this time.”

The metallic smell of blood wasn't just in the air anymore, it was coating my tongue, thick and cloying. I stood frozen, watching as the two powerful beasts ripped into each other's flesh. I couldn't look away from Zayn. He was a vision of pure destruction. He was truly befitting of his earned nickname, the prince of darkness. He possessed power I had never seen before. If Ezekiel could not heal from his fatal wounds, I'm certain he would have been dead ten times over already.

My final act of loyalty wasn’t for Xavier, nor for Valerie, not even for myself. It was for the girl I once braided hair for. The girl who clung to me in storms. The sister I failed before our childhood ended. I typed the message. Not to Lisa. Not anymore. To him. Because he was the only one strong enough… to stop her. To stop Lorenzo. To stop the war closing in. XAVIER. She’s coming. Don’t let her reach the Luna. Don’t trust what she looks like. And don’t hesitate. Because she will not stop. Not until everything goes her way...

“You cannot resist what was born with you. You will either destroy them… or destroy yourself.” Aiden’s chest tightened. “He’s not just fighting them… he’s fighting himself.” --- The Serpents’ Leader Emerges From the shadows, a figure emerged, larger than any other, clad in black and gold, carrying a staff tipped with a glowing blue crystal—the source of Darius’ command over the Serpents. Darius smirked. “Meet the master… the real puppet master.” Aiden’s stomach turned. “Who the hell is that?” The figure stepped forward. The energy around it was palpable, bending the very air. “I am Azrael,” he said. “And I’ve been waiting a long time for you, Luca.”

Not falling. Descending. A shape resolves within the tear: vast, geometric, impossibly precise. Wings of fractured light unfold, each segment rotating independently, covered in sigils that rewrite themselves faster than my eyes can track. The Reverent recoils violently within me. Directive presence detected. Arbiter-class. Blake swears. “That’s… bad, right?” “Yes,” I breathe. “That’s catastrophic.” The Arbiter lowers itself until its feet—if they can be called that—hover inches above the ground. Midnight screams beneath it, ley lines flaring bright red before dimming under the suppression field radiating from the being.

Life is returning to their bodies. The man steps forward again, and I know him instantly. “Nightmare?” He smiles sheepishly. “My name is Azreal. I was Queen Morgan’s personal guard.” “It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Azreal.” I nod in his direction. He gestures to the people around him. “The pleasure is ours. You have brought light magic and balance back to Moranyth. You freed us.”

Delilah’s eyes glistened, emotion flickering briefly across her usually guarded features, but she held her composure. Kael’s voice lowered, gentle yet powerful. “He showed us that no one is beyond redemption. That no matter our mistakes, it’s never too late to do the right thing. And for that, we will honor him. For that, he will be remembered as a good man. He will be the remembered as the man who saved two women that would have sided against us and yet have also chosen different side. A different side than family. Family of blood and half chosen to make amends as they became family by choice.”