Azriel Reader Novelas e Histórias

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.”

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.”

Dustin and Sean had visited to see Azriel the following day. Many things had changed in five years. Azriel wasn't the same. It pained them to realize how much he had endured in the last four years. His suffering had changed him for Azriel wasn't someone without a spirit. He was a born leader. An Alpha Out-and-Out. But right now he didn't resemble his previous self. They both had left after some time, not being able to see him like this.

"You came here to tell me you choose Maze!" Guilt pierces Azrael's angelic features, and I dig my eyes into his face, hating how I find him so attractive. His violet eyes are kindled by the stars, adding that exotic look to his otherwise pale and creamy skin. Blonde curls are hanging down into his face, and I take a deep breath as I remember how it felt running my hand through it. "That too..." Azrael is staring down the floor to avoid making eye contact with me. "But I have other information I think you should have. Maze told me something interesting,"

“What are you talking about-?” What the!-- My head suddenly rang and it’s extremely painful. I suddenly fell off the whole place and became unconscious. The next thing I knew I was already at home with my memories of being the “Guardian of souls” had returned. AZRAEL THE LAST PSYCHOPOMP "to kill or to save: choose your purpose" Written by: Chavinsky Y.E

Lia: I sat on the couch, reading through my book as I waited for Ezra to come back from his mum’s room. I knew that he would need someone to comfort him after he was back, and I was determined to hold him in my arms, letting him know that I was there when he came out.

Slowly, impossibly, Azriel stepped closer. The black smoke reacted instantly, surging toward him like a predator sensing prey. Gasps erupted across the courtyard, but Azriel did not stop. He continued forward until only a few feet separated us. Every instinct inside me screamed danger, yet another part of me—something deeper than instinct—felt no fear toward him. That contradiction terrified me. His eyes searched my face with unsettling focus, lingering as if comparing what he saw to something buried in memory. Then he spoke, quietly enough that only the three kings and I could hear. “Interesting.” Kael frowned. “What is?” Azriel’s gaze never left mine. “She’s fighting it.” My breath hitched

This angel was a work of art. “Azriel,” I read out loud. “No last name. Administrator of Hell, no hobbies. Lives in Heaven Central.” “What else?” Griff glanced over my shoulder. “That’s it.” I raised my gaze from the screen and turned to Fenrir, expecting him to explode with frustration. Instead, he leaned back in his seat with his arms folded across his chest, and his features curled in an enigmatic smile. “Doesn’t that mean we’ve reached a dead end?” “I know exactly the man who can help us blackmail Azriel.”

Azriel sat beside me, his body turned toward mine and waited until I finally looked at him before he spoke again. “He wasn’t aggressive,” Azriel said. “He wasn’t defensive. He looked… different.” “Different?” I questioned. My voice was barely above a whisper. Azriel nodded. “Older. Tired and desperate to speak to you.” A strange mix of emotions rose inside me, fear, anger, confusion, and something I didn’t want to name. I didn’t know if it was pity or just old memories scraping against the present. “What did he say?” I asked quietly.

Azrael walked to the chair opposite mine and sat down before my eyes went down to the novels and magazines scattered on the floor at his feet. “What are you reading?” I asked, and he raised the book. “I was doing a comprehensive study on some psychological disorder.” “Is that what you do all day? Drink, eat, sleep, read, and…” I fidgeted when I thought about the other thing before he scoffed and took off his glasses. “What do you take me for? A troglodyte?” Azrael asked as he put out the cigarette in his mouth. “Then what do you do?” “Things that children shouldn’t know about.”