Novel & Cerita Liam Book Of Azrael

Ever since Amelia had run away with Vargauz, who was his arch nemesis, there was not a day that Xikoth had slept. He would pace his chambers at night and if by chance, his eyelids became heavy due to sleep, the nightmares would rig him—the nightmares of Illaria getting killed or getting sealed in a celestial prison. He was scared that Vargauz might harm her. He was using her for his personal agenda—to find the Divinity Elixir. He wanted to get her out of his clutches before anything happened to her. His heart ached for her and he continuously hated himself for his wrong judgment. He had put Lyrie in charge of the little girl—a deal he had demanded in exchange for giving her the dark powers.

I turned away before either of them could say another word. Behind me, I heard him shouting my name. "Lilith!" "Lilith!" I kept walking. For once in my life... His voice no longer had any power over me. The deepest section of the dungeon was where prisoners who are condemned to execution where kept. That was where Cole and Ria were imprisoned. The moment they noticed me... Their expressions darkened. Ria stepped toward the bars. "So, the great Luna has come to gloat." I smiled calmly. "No."

She slapped Finn over his head and with a gesture of her head she showed him to move over. He slid over to make room for her next to me. This time when she sat on the couch next to me, the couch barely shifted, It was as if she weighed nothing. Her eyes were still blazing and her cheeks flushed red with annoyance at Finn laughing like that. “First, let me introduce myself, My name is Xalvy, Xalvy Grim, and as my little brother already told you, I’m also one of the Primal Entities, I am Life.” She paused, I didn’t know if that was for dramatic effect or because she saw I was looking at her with wide eyes and an open mouth. It was hard trying to make my brain understand I had Time and Life it

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Reincarnated, he possessed greater transcendent potential, now fused with this miraculous artifact. The Eye of Aslant, originally the Eye of Insight, was a sacred relic of the Aslant Civilization, a once high-tier Astral-level civilization. Its destruction during the war with the Fulgor Civilization had astonished all. “Who would have thought an artifact deemed indestructible could fail at the hands of a fragile one like me?” Logo mused wryly. Miraculous artifacts, born from the rules of the Astral Realm, carried immense, often incomprehensible powers—Time White Feather, Chaos Stele, Elemental Furnace, Death Note—renowned across the realm.

The first thing that Ace felt was softness, all around him. It was like he was enveloped in a cloud. Or maybe a shroud. He gave a groan, just to make sure that he wasn’t actually dead, and that was when he knew that he had to have succumbed to his injuries and shuffled on off the mortal coil, because he heard the voice of the only person who’d ever made him believe in anything. “Ace?” In Ace’s heaven, Liam was his personal angel… and it was Liam’s voice that was right there, right next to him:

113 Briar's POV Xylevia. The name hung in the air like something ancient and cursed. She smiled slowly at him, and there was nothing soft left in her face. “Of course you thought you killed me,” she said calmly. “You’ve always been so arrogant in your destruction, Azrael. But I had to survive. I had to. How else would I give you a dose of your own medicine?” Azrael’s body was still locked in place, muscles straining visibly against the invisible hold. His jaw was clenched so tightly a thin bead of blood escaped the corner of his mouth, yet his gaze remained a weapon of pure, unadulterated hate.

Aeron felt it too. And this time— He did not smile. Because this energy did not originate from him. Or heaven. It was older. Less predictable. Back in the chamber, Lily felt something unlocking inside her. Not explosive. Uncoiling. The golden fire along her spine intertwined now with faint threads of crimson. Not overpowering. Balancing. “You are not meant to choose heaven or hell,” Lucifer said quietly. “You are meant to destabilize the binary.” Her pulse quickened. “Aether said I was creating a fourth axis.”