Demon Azrael Novels & Stories

Rain would come. Azrael, oh how many news and articles have I searched about you, a prodigy and the youngest businessman to ever build a corporation. Why didn't it occur to me that you could possibly discover that I am a creature different from you? I guess I removed the possibility completely. He chuckled for a bit, and if what the humans believe what heaven is, this might be it, at least for me. He smelled so manly with his usual minty scent. My hands cannot help but rest on his broad and hard chest.

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.

Kastriv growls, reaching out to grab my hand as a quiet reassurance that there is no chance has any interest in being set up with this stranger Atari has brought in. "My apologies," Atari grits out, before finally bothering to address me. "Aspen. You're a Demon." I straighten. I figure this was coming, since everyone with a hint of Angel-blood seems to be able to sniff it on me or something. "Oh...yes." Daisy flinches away a little, whereas all the Noble's stare. "That's such a shame, isn't it?" Atari look sad, tilting her head to the side, looking over me as if I'm wasted potential. Being around Kastriv made me forget how much most people hate Demon's.

"Azrael... His name is Azrael," "Azrael?" Maze walks in front of me and observes my face with wide, curious eyes. "So he is an angel then?" I stare at her. "How do you know that?!" Maze shrugs. "Everyone knows Azrael is the angel of death, which is kinda suiting because everyone knows what will happen if you fall in love with an angel," Anxiety washes over me. "That's why I'm trying to forget about the guy," Maze grins in her cheerful way. "Azrael is known for being a player; my mother talked about him the other day, complaining she is losing workers to the parasite. He lives in a castle down south, and apparently, he is hiring maids,"

He stood at the entrance, ready to embark on his daring quest. As he approached the gates, the shapeless demons sensed his presence and began to materialize, their forms shifting and contorting in the darkness. Their eyes glowed with an eerie light, and their mouths twisted into wicked grins. Azazel knew that defeating these demons would not be an easy task, but he was prepared to face any challenge to reach his love Azrael.

Ru could remember being terrified as a child when there was a lunar eclipse, and Liddy Brown had insisted the moon would turn to blood, signifying the beginning of the Tribulation. One particular website she stumbled upon caught her interest. It was a listing of demons, complete with artists’ renderings of what they were supposed to look like, dating back to Biblical times. Most of them were horrific and scary looking. Azrael caught her attention. Some of the pictures showed him as a hideous creature with more than one face and dozens of hands and wings, some as a black-winged angel with a dark face, and others as a glowing Archangel of God. “It is said that Azrael was a helper to God, but t

Muriel was somehow taken aback. How can a demon worry about his lover, even after losing him? With his life almost drifting away from him as well. Now, it is clear to him why he had to protect Azalel before. He believed in his good heart. Unlike any devil, he has ever known. Unlike its father Lucifer. “Very well,” Rafael turned to Azrael after binding Asmon. The latter stepped forward and thrust his hand on its chest. Ripping out the demon's soul from its human form. Which is Orith.

It was huge and powerful. Azrael’s high-ranking spirit divine wolf instantly faces the soul eater demon wolf. They both clashed and attacked each other nonstop. “Big Bro, I’m scared,” Angelo uttered while trembling and grip on Azrael’s waist tightly while Azrael also grips tightly at the back of the Flaming Lion King. He wishes he remains asleep so that he will not witness the magic world in destruction.

Knowing Raphael from a long way back, Dorian was one of the only persons who knew the strong amor this demon always wore on the outside was only a facade as there was nothing but a man with a dieing soul on the inside. Inside a room which looked big but packed with all soughts of packages, tables and glass containers was a man who looked half dead with blood dripping down his nose and basically half of his face staining down his shirt,in front of him stood Azrael with a hand completely coated with blood, blood from punching this man who was tied before him multiple times. "Ready to talk?" Azrael asked calmly as though he hadn't just disfigured someone's face.