Demon Azrael Novels & Stories

Never hurt humans, never tell a human about us, and live under the radar. If we break one of those rules, the council will come after us. That’s why secrecy is so important. Azazel takes his keys out of his jeans pocket and twirls the ring around his finger as he waits for Mikhail. Azazel is tall with blonde hair and built like a shit brick house. I mean, we’re all pretty built and hot, but Azazel has that otherworldly demon aura. For a while, I thought he was in love with Nevaeh. But now I think it’s more of a friendship.

I explained. “Mate? Servants? Camps? What the hell happened in the last month? None of this sounds like you!” He said angrily. “Deep breath. Ready?” I asked, more to myself than to him. “Go ahead.” Denny answered curtly. “I’m a concubus, Dennis. So was Indie. The reason Drayce…. I mean Patrick, took me is that he works with a male concubus called a Vasili. He’s a king of the desire demons, incubi, succubae, and concubi.”

He said and then he laughed like he is happy that he killed his mother. “Did she own the lamp?” I asked “Not anymore” He answered “So what is your name?” “Samael” He answered and his eyes turned all white and I heard the angels scream outside. As if he is connected to them. Maria looked at me and asked, “What is going on?” I didn’t answer because I don't know what is going on. It seems that he is controlling all the others outside. “Hush,” He said and they immediately tame. “Don’t you see? I can control human emotions. I have an army of angels. I am higher and more powerful than him now, and now you still choose to reconcile with him rather than to your own brother?”

I didn’t want anyone to think I was somehow weak. The old fox laughed again. “Like Demon, there are many different Angel. You have Angel of Mercy. Angel of Death. Angel of Righteousness. Angel of Vengeance. The very devil himself is Angel.” Huh, I never thought of it that way. “Here. Demon.” The old fox motioned for his daughter who brought a long box over. “My gift to you and your mate.”

“I would remember if I was the demon prince and I have met the demon king on a number of occasions. I think he would be able to recognise his own son.” The demon’s face changed and he straightened up from his bow. “I’m sorry. I made a mistake there. I am Azrael and I am here because I am contracted to a human.” Caiden was pleased to have the mystery demon’s name. “Are you contracted to Beckah Griffen?” Caiden asked. “That is the name of the human I am contracted with,” Azrael confirmed. “It’s been a very fruitful contract so far.” Caiden saw the waiter coming to give Clara her order and stood aside. Clara accepted the order and he noticed her face was still pale and she was sitting very stif

She stared into the mirror, her reflection showing a woman who no longer existed — eyes hollow, body covered in faint bruises and bite marks from weeks of nightly violations. Azrael materialized behind her in the reflection. His true demonic form was magnificent and terrifying: over seven feet tall, powerfully muscled, skin like polished obsidian marble, long obsidian horns curling back from his forehead, and eyes blazing with intense crimson fire. His massive cock hung heavy and thick between his muscular thighs, already twitching with anticipation. “The time has come, my precious broken slut,” he rumbled, his voice vibrating through her body like thunder. “You have served well. Tonight, I

Daniel, my son, I remember that night like it was yesterday. We were fleeing from the entity that Belzebub warned me about - Azrael, the Angel of Death. When he appeared, I shielded your eyes, pleading with you not to look, as he demanded I hand you over. Deli, our former babysitter, tried to help, but Azrael's power was too great. In a desperate attempt to protect you, I blocked his gaze, but he revealed his dark angelic face, letting out a piercing scream that almost threw you and Deli off the bridge.

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.

“There are 18 powerful beings on this continent, all kingly figures in their own right. They guard over 18 respective areas and can be regarded as the overlord in each place! “However, Azrael is different. Although he’s almost as strong as those 18 people, he doesn’t belong in their ranks because he’s a demonic practitioner! “He has a territory of his own, but he wreaked havoc in that place and made such a mess that countless people were dispatched to get rid of him!

” 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