Book Of Azrael Characters Novels & Stories

When she decides it was enough, she uttered, “I’m not gonna ask again.” “Fine!” Sebastián said in defense, distress was still flaring on his face and voice, “Who do you want?” Azrael grinned, she knew she’s getting near to the target. Sebastián definitely have a long list of celestials he encounters ranging from Angels, Demons and Fallens, “Bernael.” she said sharply. Skepticism washed Sebastián’s expression, “The Prince of Hell?”

As if she’s been looking for me for a long time. I looked at Tania and she was crying. I looked at Divina who was watching at their front door and she was shocked about what was happening. She is in a panic and she doesn't know what to do. I know the Doctor is a fallen angel that was left after the battle. The last one standing among fallen angels. Who is pretending to be a doctor? I don’t want her to hurt Tania or Divina. That is why I tried to call my black smoke to help me but they are not coming out. I don’t know if she can control it not to come out while she is holding my arm or it is not coming out because it is not real, but I am Isaac. The angel of death. I looked around again and I

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.”

A howl of wind gushes through the drapes of the night forming a new skin of cold around me and I shudder - not at the cold, but at the pair of dark eyes that stare at me through the fire reflecting them. Azrael seems all innocent, timid, and soft from the way he carries himself, or whimpers around me. Yet there is something in his eyes that speaks the devil in him. Like the tales of hatred or revenge that peek through the corner of his lashes, oozing an aura of danger.

I took in the scowl on Azrael’s face as we wandered through the gardens. “Did you recognize that memory?” There was still so much I didn’t know about these gods, but I was learning a lot from watching Azrael. He was a master at hiding his emotions, concealing them behind one of his mischievous smiles. The way he wielded chaos like a weapon was unusual. Almost like he was using it as a distraction. But what would the god of wolves be trying to distract himself from? His eyes drifted to the hedges that moved, rearranging themselves to further complicate the maze we stood in. “We knew she was aiding our people during the war, but we didn’t know she was slipping into the mortal realm. We didn’t

“Now listen, girl. You have to realize that you have opened a whole lot of darkness, by falling in love with a fallen angel like Azrael.” “He isn’t a fallen angel, Grandmother Willow.” Ava turned towards her with a glare within her eyes. Something that the spirit was glad to see, other than the pain. “He is the Angel of Death, not a fallen angel. He was a given a job to collect souls for God.”

I now know that this was the work of The Keepers. His name, Azrael, meant Angel of Death. This was not a lie. The amount of havoc he and Andres wreaked after splitting, was insane. Before that, and this was hundreds of years ago, we crossed paths. Azrael was on a mission to collect ingredients for his split. None of us knew exactly what he was doing at the time, but he was very determined to get things done. I was seeing a woman back then. She was a Vampire, of course, so she actually liked me for me, and not because of my Reaver charm. She was drawn to me because of who I was.

I pushed the door open and we both stepped in finding Azrael on the floor, growling in pain, his claws digging into his skin as he clawed at his chest. There's blood everywhere. The floor, his face, his body. My heart sank to my stomach. Caspian approached the raging beast, cautiously but deliberately He's half-shited—no, he's switching from human to half-beast to human again. This is not good. “Check the drawer in his closet, you'll find the sacred chains!” Caspian barked. “Get it!” Azrael had gone from growling to full-on roaring now. I quickly moved in search of the chains as I could overhear Caspian trying to handle them.

The Royal Guards surrounded Azrael, their swords pointed at him but Azrael’s world seemed to narrow on Caius and he couldn’t see anything else. “Y-You a-asshole,” Caius struggled. His face turned pale and I felt his hold on me loosen until I was finally freed. As if that was Azrael's cue, he mercilessly threw Caius on the floor. Looking at Caius gasp for air and hold his neck just to suppress the blood made my chest clench. “Don’t tell me you feel sorry for that asshole,” Azrael whispered. I glared at him. He was being reckless. The two of us might be beheaded because of what he did.

Raphael half-joked. "I know what you mean," I said plainly. "Auzzy," Raphael announced, "how nice of you to come back so soon." Archangel Azrael, the collector of souls for Father— God's helper, appeared onto us. "This could have been precluded." He lifted his red shroud, letting soul particles escape into Raphael's mortar. He then gave Raphael his palm to incise, quickly and painlessly letting his blood drop into the mortar. "I won't do this again," he stated. "No matter how much Father loves us. There has to be some order, brother."