Is Azazel Lucifer's Son Novels & Stories

His throat felt tight. Zayn’s father continued, his tone heavy with finality. “I was angry at first, but fate works in strange ways. My son may have chosen a path I never expected, but perhaps destiny is not so blind. You will give birth to an heir—our heir. That child will carry the family legacy. And for that, Lucien, you will have my protection.” Lucien’s eyes darted to the door, his mind racing. He didn’t know whether to be angry, scared, or insulted. “I didn’t ask for your protection,” he said quietly, though his voice shook.

He asked, “Your father is the Devil…. LUCIFER!” She said, and Luciano was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe his ears. He normally hears it from humans that the Devil is an enemy of God, and he manipulates human and lure them in doin' evil things. Whenever he hears about the story, he too couldn't help it but hate Lucifer for making Adam and Eve commit such sin. Now to think of it, he appears to be the offspring of the Devil and the person he hated. No big deal, he has always hated his father and mother since childhood, so it wouldn't make any difference.

“Emma will turn. But we need a different strategy. She will never drink for the girl she calls sister willingly unless she thinks it will save her.” I felt Luci through our bloodline connection, she was injured and bleeding heavily. “Do not worry about Emma, Azazel, worry about Luci. I have had enough of her disobedience.” Azazel looked away from me, knowing what I was most likely going to do to her this time. “She is your daughter to sire…” I sneered, anger flashing inside me. “She is a disgrace, she is no daughter of mine.” Azazel sighed deeply before turning away. “I’ll bring her back to the dungeon sire.”

Together, they fought countless battles, facing powerful adversaries and overcoming great odds. As Azazel fought alongside his father, a deep bond formed between them. Feziam saw the strength and determination in his son, recognizing the same fire that burned within his own heart. And Azazel, in turn, learned the true meaning of leadership and sacrifice from his father. Years passed, and with each victory, Feziam and Azazel's relationship grew stronger. They shared wisdom, strategies, and experiences, forging a bond that could not be broken. Amidst the chaos and bloodshed, Azazel found a purpose greater than his search for his father's face.

"And eternal damnation isn't enough of a deterrent?" "Not for everyone," he shot back. We were toe to toe now, the heat of his body radiating against mine. Part of me wanted to shove him away, while another part... Well, it had some very different ideas. "This is getting us nowhere," I muttered, trying to ignore the way my skin tingled when his breath ghosted across it. I took a step back, needing some distance to clear my head. "Fine. You want to know what Azazel did? He betrayed the throne. Tried to stage a coup against my father. Amongst other things."

she cried your father was my brother he said yea well so is Gabriel if you want to talk to somebody then call him! she protested gabriel is a useless fool I summoned you here because you're the only one who can help me help you I am an angel I do not help the likes of you she gasped was lucifer off his rocker in his afterlife? listen to me child he growled rattling his cage I wouldn't have brought you here without a good reason Azeazel the current king of hell intends to start a war I need you to send a warning to the seraphim guard

Azael is frowning and I feel him press my hand, something is not right. -Hey- I say catching his face. Right away I notice how he relaxes the muscles.- What happens? -I do not like this. Everything is going too well. he says looking around. I prefer not to, as they are not very pleasant views. -And what's wrong? -That we're talking about Harrison Tucson. The same one who murdered my mother. The same one who tried to kill his daughter. My father's rival, whom he also killed. The one that appears to have survived a fire. I just don't believe we caught him off guard.

he said then vanished into thin air. He's just a necromancer? No. A necromancer is not physically able to keep up with a vampire's speed, nor have the strength of a werewolf and a fox. Azazel is not JUST a necromancer. While running, Azazel is smirking. He thinks that it is time to have a little father and daughter reunion. She let Nerissa live her life the way she wanted to years and not bothering her, but he always knows when something happened to her.

Synestra’s P.O.V. Lucifer had one of his men lead me to a room, the man looked young maybe just a year or two older than me. He was tall and thin with pale skin and chocolate brown hair. He was an attractive man but in a different way than Damien and Gabe. He was attractive in the most unassuming way. He carried himself with confidence but I could tell by his eyes he wasn't cocky like Damien had been. He had kind eyes. As we walked down the long corridor he chatted aimlessly. I learned his name was Azazel, He had grown up in the palace and was very close friends with Damien.

As much as I thought it would be highly overwhelming, it actually turned out to be quite underwhelming. Azriel takes a deep breath as he prepares to say something. My gaze flickers to Aysel who is looking away like she doesn’t want to be here at all and then my gaze darts back to the future alpha king. “I know. I accidentally discovered this thing. Your sister went to a healer and she turned out to be my mom,” Azriel says, looking slightly guilty to his credit. I give him a pointed look. “When did you discover this?” “Yesterday. I would have—”