Is The Book Of Azrael Spicy Novels & Stories

“Megan, I’m going now! Check everything first, al—” I stopped talking when I suddenly smelled a stinky scent from behind the table. It was so strong that I had to cover my mouth to prevent myself from throwing up, but with every step I got closer to Megan’s table, the smell would just intensify. What was that? “Megan—F*ck!” I quickly turned my back to her and held my chest when she suddenly appeared from under the table. I released a deep breath and looked back at her. “What the hell was that smell?”

She was already drifting, humming something tuneless. The basement stairs descended behind a concealed panel in the library, hidden behind rows of leather-bound law. Azrael moved ahead of me, his shoes making no sound on the wood, then the cold concrete. He had removed his disguise. His eyes were pale gray now, the color of winter storms, and they glowed in the dim light like embers. The air grew dense, carrying the mineral scent of stone and a sharp, metallic tang—the smell of old copper and industrial-grade fixative.

Like the tales of hatred or revenge that peek through the corner of his lashes, oozing an aura of danger. My toes curl against the cold tile, as I will myself to not fall under the spell of the gaze and give away any ounce of emotion that will let him through me. Walking further, I attempt to take a deep breath, only for it to be caught in my throat as Azrael walks from his place right towards me. His feet dip closer, until he reaches me, circling me, eyeing me up and down. The look in his eyes turns dark, as lust oozes from their center. Something that would benefit me a lot to keep him distracted in the game.

A deep growl escaped my lips, causing Azrael to halt mid-step, his eyes finding me where I was stuck, mid-step with one foot dangling in the air. My beast was restless, pouncing against the barrier that separated human and beast, too close to coming loose. Too possessive to think of the consequences. But damn was it strong. Sweet. Familiar. Fucking homey. “Why do you smell like our mate?” I asked walking down the remaining stairs. I sniffed the air and yahp. He definitely smelled like her. Vanilla, cotton candy, and silver rain. Azrael didn’t answer immediately. Of course, he didn’t. And that was answer enough. A smile formed on his face and I nearly lunged at him. He took a step backward, h

It's now or never. I close my eyes and push myself, letting myself fall into the void. I have to cover my mouth and suppress a cry so they won't hear me. My body falls into the void and I feel like I'm going to crash into the ground when Azael's arms surround me, preventing gravity from mashing me. Then, I open my eyes and see his face right in front of mine. He smells like mint and tobacco. -Nice underwear- he says before setting me down, making me blush.

This baby has no soul; it is cursed to be Azrael’s human body by Satan. Azrael was currently running on the roofs of the houses in the spirit world, the replica of the human world but this place was only covered with blue and gray color. She spread her black wings then flew through the top of their mansion. After reaching this destination, she sat down at the top of their roof where her room is near. She returned back as a human and the place suddenly turned into a colorful world. She’s now back to being a human that lives in the land of the living.

Shards of hardened light shot out like arrows, piercing Azrael’s shoulders. He roared in fury, swinging his good wing to swat me out of the air. I slammed into the ground, but I rolled and snapped at his legs, my teeth glowing with fire. Every time my teeth met his flesh, there was a hiss of steam and the smell of burning darkness. "You are a ghost of a goddess!" Azrael screamed, his voice cracking the stones nearby. He slammed both hands into the earth, and the ground beneath me turned into a swamp of bubbling black tar.

I shut down my eyes, forcing myself to calm down but it was impossible to do it. Suddenly, i felt something wet and slippery poking into my navel. My eyes snapped as I found him, kissing my belly button seductively. A moan escaped from my mouth. My heart drummed as my entire body was on flames. "Crimson! My Goddess! Don't stop me tonight", Azrael said and his voice was low and tone was soft that helped me to ease my nervousness. He smiled and planted a wet kiss on my stomach and then bit it while playing with the lace of my panties.

He frowned, though I couldn't see it, but I knew him well enough. I waved a hand dismissively. “That's just how these bosses are. Come on, let's go in. I'm starving.” At the same time, my stomach rumbled as if confirming my words. Leander realized, his lips were now curled into a soft smile. “Say no more, ma'am. Your favorite meal has been made.” I grinned widely, wrapping a hand around his waist as he led me into the house. True to his words, they were two plates of roasted chicken, bacon and eggs, chips, and some more enchanting foods.

He said as he pushed my head into the coffin. It felt as though I was staring eye to eye with my end. Without great effort, he reclined me inside. I was shaking like a leaf in the strong breeze. Ace closed the lowermost lid of the coffin and all that could feel the outside air was my head, accommodating a mouth totally lost for words. Ace drew his pants and sat over me, on top of the lid he just closed. “Nobody has ever dared to cross me, Angel. I don't know know what you and Luis eat that gives you such guts!” He paused to glance at my pale face, his eyebrow arched.