Novel & Cerita Ezekiel The Angel

- shouts Azael, shaking his hands in the air. Automatically, a window in the building opposite opens and a guy comes out, shaking his hands in the air, greeting us. He looks pretty small from here, but I could swear he's also grieving for Azael's existence and he's not waving at us, but yelling at him not to jump. -You've seen? You were right- she exclaims. -Sir, I beg you please come down from ... -Yes, okay, I heard you- He is interrupted by going down and sitting down again- Bring us the letter, will you?

Looking confused, they looked down at the jade plates and knew it had not been a dream or illusion. “I will not betray Yawayer,” Archangel Ezekiel said. He was about to throw the jade plate onto the ground when he doubled over in pain. “I submit, I submit!” Ezekiel called out, and the pain subsided. He had weakened his soul when he went against Blake’s orders and was covered in sweat, knowing that his life would have been in danger if he hadn’t submitted. “He has such control even when we are in Heaven’s pocket dimension; this is truly amazing.” Archangel Chamuel replied, seeing the sweat on Ezekiel’s face.

His voice was deeper than before, His body proportions had improved a lot and it made him manly. Ezekiel, he is a 6th Devine Music Master and a 4th Devine Novice Alchemist. Just like before, Soheila will often guide Ezekiel for his alchemy that made him advance fast. He tried to teach Soheila how to use an instrument, however, Soheila didn't want to. So, he did not force her anymore. He was interested in using guns that's why he ask Soheila if he can train him. He's now a Purple Rank Novice level just like the others. His voice was slightly deeper than before, and his body proportions were better and it made him extremely manly. Ezekiel would kill a lot of spirit beasts every time they encou

But compared to this devil in front of her, she's no different from a pencil. Angelo seemed to have snapped back to reality as he quickly let go of her neck. "My apologies," he muttered, running his hands through his hair as he walked into the darker area. Eléonor's eyes almost gawked out as she sucked for oxygen while breathing heavily. "The door is at the right end; leave now before something unexpected will happen," He ordered from wherever he was. Eléonor looked around in search of the end where she could find an exit. Her eyes finally landed on the path in front of her, and she scurried out without looking back.

We were sitting inside Deena's living room, and I'd spent the last two hours telling her everything. The festival. The hotel. Emilio. Ophelia. And most importantly...Azrael. When I finally told her who Angel really was, Deena stared at me for almost thirty seconds. “So wait...your Mr. Angel is the Azrael Valchini?!” I nodded, taking a sip of wine. “You've heard of him?” “Girl! Who hasn't! He's like one of the richest men in the world right now thanks to some tech software program.” Now that surprised me. With everything that's been going on, I hadn't had the chance to do a full background check on him. So he's also a tech genius?

His eyes suddenly opened to the now dark ceiling above them. Mouth gasped for oxygen. His brain fired a flare. Sanity coming back. “Stop.” And to his shock—the bastard did. The air stilled. Heavy. Wet. Flammable. Then— “J-just… don't leave any marks on my neck please,” Angel begged, voice was hoarse. ‘Nope. Sanity has not returned yet, you idiot,’ he scolded himself. Another beat passed. “Really?” the devil-like bastard asked with a sigh of relief.

He was angry. What is happening here? When he looked at me, his eyes softened, "Come with me," he said, hurriedly, gripping my hand and lead me at the end of the aisle, hiding me behind a stack of boxes that were present there. "Mason, what is happening?" "Don't worry, Angel. Just stay here, and don't come out unless I tell you too," he advised me before he looked around to check if somebody was there before he went away.

Even though he wanted to keep stopping at this place so he could reminisce about Beverly and think he owned the whole Beverly just by reminiscing about the good times they had. Without realizing it, someone was standing in the doorway, watching him. Jackson turned around and intended to take a towel and take a shower and return to Paris. The quarantine period is up. He didn't need to reminisce about Beverly anymore. After all, didn't he himself want her to get away from him? Then why did he now hope that Beverly was looking for him? Long life! A person Jackson was thinking about suddenly magically appeared in front of him. Jackson swallowed his saliva roughly. There, three paces away, stood

''The Angel said, ''But what if they're only one, My lord,'' Ezra ''If there only one person, then I will not destroy the lucky kingdom.''The Angel said, ''Also, can you give me a little bit of time to persuade them. ''Ezra said, ''Fine, take the time you need.''The Angel said, Then the Angel told Ezra to step into the fire, and When she steps in, she didn't feel any heat. The Angel put fire on Ezra's belly, and it burns. She woke up sweating, and afraid Willis saw how scared she was, and he held her and rocked her back to sleep.

Trembling with fear, the young person took a breath and said: “My mother told me that there are angels, but I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to hear… Now I'm being punished by God for my sins. Jesus sends you, Angel Azrael, Angel of Death Azrael, to punish me as a sinner… ”The rest of the senseless babbling was lost in the deep sobs of the madman and he clapped his hands over his face, crying. “Cristiano, please! Give us your coordinates. Reinforcements are on their way to you, ”the device tried again.