Samkiel Book Of Azrael Novels & Stories

The King Below suddenly dropped to his knees. Azrael pointed at him. “I created him.” Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “Why?” Azrael’s smile disappeared. “To kill you.” Silence. Amara stepped beside Lucian. Azrael looked at her. “And you…” His expression became almost affectionate. “…were never supposed to survive.” Amara’s eyes narrowed. “Too bad.” Azrael laughed. Then the crown on his head began glowing. The entire sky turned black. He looked at Lucian. “Come with me.”

“Not literally, you brain-rotted worm.” “Then how do you know?” I demanded, indignant. The cold winds died down, replaced by a cool breeze, as if we were floating across the abyss. I felt heady and weightless, as if I could drift off to sleep... “Because,” Samael said distantly. “I'm the angel of sex and death.” I gawked. “What!”

She knows it is impossible to erase nor to kill a man or woman using her own hands, after all, the human species is on the same level of importance as theirs, both are beloved by the creator. The day went on with Azrael telling her words and the meaning of it as she lays down on his bed and him reading a red thick book, the dictionary. He can use his phone or laptop but he prefers to read something that is tangible, for him, it means that he can always come back to it without having it changed or lost. It was a weird preference he had, considering he was behind one of the genius inventions of the year, an application that altered the world of commerce.

"Who... who were those people? How did they know you? What did that man mean by a cure?" Azriel turned around slowly, the darkness in his brown eyes fading as he cupped my shoulders, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles against my skin. "It’s nothing you need to worry about, Seraphina," he said. He didn't sound convincing. "Just ghosts. People from a past that should have stayed dead." He looked back over his shoulder toward the path we had taken. "We’ve been out here for too long. Let's stop here for today. We'll go back to the hideout and wait until tomorrow, and then I'll figure out something else. Sniffing the lab out won't work."

Lila followed the ritual exactly — black candles, fresh blood from her palm, the ancient words spoken at midnight under a blood moon. The air grew thick and hot. The candles flared unnaturally high. Then the shadows in the room coalesced into something massive. He stepped out of the darkness like he owned it. Azrael was beautiful in the most terrifying way. Towering over seven feet tall, with obsidian skin that seemed to drink in light, glowing crimson eyes, and a muscular body carved from pure sin. Horns curved back from his head, and massive black wings were folded behind him. His presence filled the room with raw, ancient power.

“What do you think huh? That you would be with Ezekiel forever? Did you forget that you are ours.” Cole said and Azriel gritted his teeth and spoke. “This time around, you aren't going nowhere.” “Yes, that's right.” Blake added. “You cannot keep me here got it. I can no longer be under your mercy. Ezekiel is the eldest so I will stay with him. He's more reasonable than you three.” “How dare you?” Cole snorted and Kai snickered. “I might be the youngest but I think my powers have leveled up so much that you cannot even harm the hair on my skin.”

Jordan gasped. "I don't want to hear his name coming from your mouth," I scoff and grit my teeth, squeezing her neck. "Care? What an odd thing to say coming from that filthy mouth of an Order. You people make me sick thinking you cared. You are following some fake prophet, and for what? Salvation? Eva is nothing but a witch in disguise. She doesn't care about you. All she wants is power. "P...please..." April wheezes as she begs for her life.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

This man shows so much momentum and character that it is difficult for me to keep my sanity when my eyes connect with his eyes. -Here is your order sir .... -Blackwell -He answered with a sideways smile- My name is Azael Blackwell, it's a pleasure, Miss Amanda. Holy Christ, I bit my lips, I don't know what was wrong with me, my jaw seemed to be trembling. And the thing is, I've seen a lot of handsome men in my life, but, this man, he seems to be wrapped in an enigmatic air of mystery and power, and that, I can turn the face of any female, even, man.

I rolled my eyes, lowering my gaze to look back at my wrist as I reached to grab my now full mug, feeling also a little offended even though I still had no idea what was that stupid mark. “You don’t have to stare at it like that, though.” My eyes suddenly snapped up to his once I've felt him quickly grab my shoulders, turning me aside to face him. “Do you even understand the gravity of this situation?” He practically yelled in my face, sounding extremely alarmed, his tone dripping with seriousness. “Huh?” My eyebrows shot up, obviously taken aback by his sudden outburst. “Blake, Azrael is one of the Horsemen,” He kept ranting as I simply stared up at him, clueless.