Novel & Cerita Book Of Azrael Characters

Medi Forest-(OUTSIDE ZEURION CITY) Althea "IT'S nice to see you both, once again... after such a long, long time," Serge stated while locking his gaze on us. Then he looked straight in my direction and said, "Am I right my sweet Thea?"

I winked at my angel. "You're going to kill him for ruining your shirt!" She protested from the ground, her lips lifting into a pout. "When did she relish in the death of others?" I asked Ares, concerned; Abigail had healed a man she hardly knew yesterday and bargained away a part of her soul to those angels to save that stranger's life! Yet now, bathed in the blood that fell from his lips like a waterfall, she seemed to hunger for it. "Stop thinking! Kill it!" Ares roared, wrath coursing through my veins, "Take care of him so we can get back to the task in hand; mating her and filling her womb with pups."

My fingers go right through his. “I forgot.” I help myself onto the beast. “We can’t touch each other here.” I’m glad I’m behind him, so he can’t see just how much this fact hurts me. I need to be strong for him and not constantly show him weak moments. Alec puts his palm on one of the heads and the hellhound backs up, carrying us out of the circle. "They're the two you want." Alec points at the man and woman. "They failed to bring you more souls."

It was like the man wasn’t there or they didn’t feel guilty at least, about it. “You don’t need to be surprised, Ezra. For a person who had a Lycan son, who has also been given up on, I am surprised that you are still surprised about me.” Alvize said, stopping me. I had to fight back growling at the man whose eyes were fixed on our parents. The odd and scary part about this was that the man showed zero emotions, and zero remorse. If anything, he didn’t seem to be in the pain that I was in.

“I bet Cassiel would want to know a thing or two from the mundane.” “No way… no bloody way are we bringing her to the Sanctum,” Xyrelle countered. “She’s a fucking mundane, Nyx.” “With what unfolded today, Relle, I don’t think she’s just a human,” Zane said softly. His quiet tone felt worse compared to Xyrelle’s snapping or Nyxen’s anger. “The past few days I’ve been watching you, I don’t see you having any encounters with demons or vamps or warlocks, little red. Or have you?”

I clung to his neck, face buried against his warm obsidian skin, breathing in that intoxicating scent of smoke, sex, and pure corruption. “I am yours,” I whispered against his throat, voice hoarse from screaming. “Completely. I do not want my old life anymore. Just this. Just you filling me forever.” Azrael’s golden eyes glowed with dark triumph as he carried me through a massive obsidian archway into what looked like his personal chamber. The room was enormous. Chains dangled from the ceiling. Altars and cushions covered the floor. The air was thick and humid, carrying the constant scent of sex and brimstone.

⸻ 🌙 Azrael The Book of Origins suddenly opened. 📖✨ Its pages turned wildly. Thousands of years of history flashed across them. Ancient kingdoms. Dead civilizations. Lost worlds. 🌙 Then one page stopped. A page no one had ever seen before. ⚡ At the top was written: AZRAEL Beneath it: First Creation. First Betrayal. First Prisoner. 💀 The city fell silent. Even the wind stopped. ⸻ 🌙 The Forgotten Beginning

” Noticing that I haven’t even made an attempt to speak or even move -since I was practically unable to even breathe anymore- she only continued, “Ookaaay, first things first,” “In case you were wondering, the reason why Azrael isn’t a fallen is that he’s...Well let’s just say he’s not your “regular” Archangel like the others, since he’s one of The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and all that shit... And since his grace is practically bound to my soul...Uh...let’s just say that as long as I’m alive, he’s...He will still be his...usual self...” Even though that last sentence left me feeling somewhat confused -mostly by the way she so evasively explained it- I however chose to mainly focus on

His golden eyes flickered with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, haunted by the weight of the choices he had made. Their pace slowed as they reached a secluded corner of the library, bathed in the soft glow of a stained-glass window depicting a scene of heavenly harmony. Azrael halted, a distant look in his eyes as he recalled his first encounter with Azazel. The sheer intensity of his emotions reverberated throughout his body, causing his wings to tremble slightly, their normally pristine white feathers now graced with crimson streaks—a testament to the turmoil that love had ignited within him.