Book Of Azrael Special Edition Novels & Stories

Chapter Eighteen: The Seer’s Verdict The air felt heavy with ancient magic as Astra stepped through the protective wards like mist through cracks. Her moonlit eyes remained fixed on the watchtower where Vael was being held, as if she could see through stone and warding glyphs straight into his soul. Lyra instinctively moved to block Astra’s path. “You’re not taking him.” Astra didn’t falter. “You don’t understand what you’ve welcomed into your world. That being is not a child, not even a true shifter. He is a thread that should never have been woven into this reality.”

I said, stepping closer, “is a place at my feet. You will do as I say, when I say it, and only if I decide you’re still useful.” She glared at me. I smiled. “And as for my brother’s little mate…” My smile widened, sharp and cruel. “I will take great pleasure in ripping her away from him.” Tabitha shuddered, realizing just what kind of evil she’d unleashed. “And if you want Azrael so badly,” I added, voice dropping to a deadly whisper, “you should start praying I don’t kill him too.” Tabitha scoffed, trying to recover her dignity. “You can’t kill Azrael,” she said with confidence. “You’re both immortals. Nothing can kill—”

“You actually thought this through, huh? A secret rooftop garden and a hidden library… You’re more sentimental than you let on, Azrael.” He smirked faintly, but there was no teasing in his eyes. “Don’t spread that around. I’ve got a reputation to keep.” I studied him for a moment, then looked away before my heart betrayed me. A library. Pictures. Happy memories this place barely let us hold onto. It was perfect. “You’ll handle the books then?” I asked, keeping my voice steady. Azrael nodded. “I know his favorites. The ones he rereads until the pages wear thin. I’ll track down copies of those.”

“And you… stole my crown. And now you’ve brought her into it.” He glanced at me like I was a puzzle, dangerous and fragile all at once. “She doesn’t belong here. Neither of you do. But I will fix that.” The air shifted, heavier now, and the shadows leaned in closer to us. The underworld itself seemed to shiver at Kael’s presence. Before I could react, Azrael appeared. Not in judgment — not yet — but with the weight of eternity pressing down. Wings of iridescent white, sword sheathed at his side, eyes glowing with warning.

It would be a miracle if he could survive the night. Azrael knelt on the floor and put his hands almost tenderly around the head of the dying person and turned his head to the side so that the neck was open in front of him. He greedily bit into the tender flesh in front of him and drew the deliciously tingling blood into himself. The young man gave a slight moan, but remained unconscious. A few moments later he exhaled for the last time and died.

I grit out in frustration. Azazel shakes his head and approaches the stone altar, resting his hands on it and looking beneath it. “Bloody hell!” He yells out in defeat as he kicks out at the altar. The stone cracks and breaks beneath his fingers, sending fragments of rubble flying all over the place. That’s when I see it. Moving forward, I grip Azazel’s swinging arm and wave at a broken piece. “Look!” I call out as I approach the broken slab and push a few pieces aside. Azazel squats beside me and reaches for the book hidden inside the opening. The book is old and ripped, but there’s no doubt that it’s the answer to our conundrum. Azazel opens the cover and turns a few pages. His face bright

Love Raziel. His words were written in 14k gold on a piece of parchment. I laughed out loud at my realization because of course they were. This man was the most extra person I had ever met. I admired the way his handwriting looked like that of an angel. Perfect calligraphy lined the note, making me question if he was honestly even real. I gently set the note aside and opened the box, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful golden necklace. The pendant was a stunning crescent moon, adorned with intricate filigree and vines, mirroring the exact design of Raziel's mark.

His fingers wrap around mine, his grip tight before he yanks me towards him. “Azriel-” “Do not speak another word if you want your soul to be inside that body of yours,” Azriel warns, his voice sounds gravelly, however, the fury in his voice is evident. Instead of walking towards the door that leads to the hall, he tugs me forward in the opposite direction. My heart thunders in my chest as he rounds the building and walks straight towards the forest that now looks nothing but menacing at this time of the evening – inky black and foreboding.

Those lifeblood creatures connected to Lorraine at the Dark City were doing their best to create something like this. An able-bodied and dangerous beast. The beast is not an ordinary werewolf because of its supersize. Alfonso's side turned to look at me and asked, " Althea---what do you think you're doing?" It's almost a whisper. "Of coursed, fighting with you!" I hissed.

This baby has no soul; it is cursed to be Azrael’s human body by Satan. Azrael was currently running on the roofs of the houses in the spirit world, the replica of the human world but this place was only covered with blue and gray color. She spread her black wings then flew through the top of their mansion. After reaching this destination, she sat down at the top of their roof where her room is near. She returned back as a human and the place suddenly turned into a colorful world. She’s now back to being a human that lives in the land of the living.