Demon Azrael Novels & Stories

He looked at rest, but I knew better. Azrael, the fallen angel of death. They are responsible for the separation of souls from the host, that is, the body. Of course, they would be the ruler of this realm. I say they, because the Angel of death is gender-neutral, as they appear different to every soul, sometimes males, sometimes female. Azrael often appears like a robed skeleton with a scythe because that is what people expect to see. However, they were currently in their prime, so their true form is shown. Azrael holds a rather benevolent role as the angel of death, wherein they act as a psychopomp, responsible for transporting the souls of the deceased after death. Both in Islam and Judais

Zoe, Bree and another female stand in the room next to my former demon lord, Samael’s son. “What are you doing here, luv?” Zoe gives Azazel an annoyed glare as she strides forward until she’s right in front of him. “You didn’t actually think I’d stay out of this considering one of my best friends is in danger, did you?” Bree stops beside her and places her hand on her hip with a haughty scowl. “I’m here to save my sister, and if you have a problem with it, you can step aside.” Fallon gives his mate a proud smile and wraps his arm around her waist. “You are an amazing woman, my love.”

He stepped forward, and the moonlight through the window finally hit him. Azrael was a god carved out of nightmare and desire. He was easily six-foot-five, his body a map of hard muscle and scarred bronze skin. He was buck naked, and he didn't give a damn. His cock was heavy and semi-erect, swaying slightly as he walked toward the edge of my chalk circle. His face was beautiful in a way that hurt to look at—sharp jaw, high cheekbones, and eyes that were nothing but glowing, molten gold. "You're real," I managed to breathe out, my hands clutching my thighs.

Hard. The First One staggered back, shock flashing across his face for the first time. Impossible. I barely had time to breathe before the others moved. All five of them stepped forward now, their smiles gone, their eyes blazing with fury. Azriel shifted back to human form, blood covering his body, and ran toward me without hesitation. “Paige!” he shouted. I turned just as another wave of dark magic surged toward me. The ground shook violently. The sky darkened. I realised with terrifying clarity… This was no longer just a battle.

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.

Her body absorbed the spiritual energy around her. Meanwhile, Azrael narrowed his eyes and gaze at the demon lord intently. He could tell that Samael is difficult to defeat. However, he believes the sisters can defeat him. Azrael closed his eyes and transformed into his angel form, then flew under Alice and prepared for his stance. He knew that all the demons would attack Alice. His three high-ranking spirits and Alice’s black dragon also protect Alice.

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.

They can't just sit back and relax while the world is coming to its end so she decided to come out and call for a meeting between the representatives of the two realms. They held their conference in The Grand Pillar to be witnessed by the Foreteller of Gods named Erythaea. She is a famous oracle and is always neutral to both realms. Only representatives are allowed to be in the tower. Amenadiel represents heaven, Azrael also known as the Demon King represents hell and Aurora represents the mortal or the human race. "The traitor finally shows up!" Azrael glared at me. "What happens to General Kierra, why can't I sense her energy?"