Samkiel Book Of Azrael Novels & Stories

I also wouldn't mind if you have constructive criticism about my book. SERAPHIMS- Also known as the burning ones. They are the highest angelic class and are caretakers of God's throne constantly singing praises to God. They are described as fiery six-winged beings with two wings that cover their faces and two that cover their feet and the last two they use to fly.

Xalvy had her hand on my shoulder and she squeezed it softly as she spoke. Even then, I was reluctant to show her what I was becoming. To make matters worse, I didn't know how to put the flames surrounding my hands out. "Kalama, listen to me, if you were evil, you wouldn't have inherited the Fire Element." Finn's voice sounded very close. My curiosity was winning from my fear. " And you wouldn't have been chosen to be the fif,-" Finn stopped mid-sentence when I lifted my head and looked at him.

“I bet Cassiel would want to know a thing or two from the mundane.” “No way… no bloody way are we bringing her to the Sanctum,” Xyrelle countered. “She’s a fucking mundane, Nyx.” “With what unfolded today, Relle, I don’t think she’s just a human,” Zane said softly. His quiet tone felt worse compared to Xyrelle’s snapping or Nyxen’s anger. “The past few days I’ve been watching you, I don’t see you having any encounters with demons or vamps or warlocks, little red. Or have you?”

Samael growled, “we will mark each other, as we are meant to be.” Lucan’s voice echoed in Samael’s mind, urging him forward. "Claim him now. He belongs to us." Morgan’s growl was deep, feral. "Mark him as ours." Samael bared his teeth, and without hesitation, he sank them into Allistair’s left chest, marking him for eternity. Allistair gasped, feeling the powerful rush of Samael’s essence flood into him. On Allistair’s chest, Samael’s mark appeared, a complex, glowing symbol that represented Lucan, Morgan, and Lucifer. The mark was that of a beast’s claw intertwined with the archangel's wings, glowing with an ethereal light that radiated power. Allistair’s form trembled as he, too, marked Sa

⸻ 🌙 Azrael The Book of Origins suddenly opened. 📖✨ Its pages turned wildly. Thousands of years of history flashed across them. Ancient kingdoms. Dead civilizations. Lost worlds. 🌙 Then one page stopped. A page no one had ever seen before. ⚡ At the top was written: AZRAEL Beneath it: First Creation. First Betrayal. First Prisoner. 💀 The city fell silent. Even the wind stopped. ⸻ 🌙 The Forgotten Beginning

He retorted back, repeating my question in a mocking way. "Drake." Ethan called him in a warning tone before he averted his eyes on me. "Speak now, Cielle. What happened to that event?" I heave a deep sigh and shake my head at him, "I don't know." "People died back there, and our name is being blamed for it! If it gets to the authorities, we'll be doomed!" Drake hissed at me and my eyes sharpened while looking back at him. "How could you let this happen to a project that you're handling?"

ing me. He didn't use my black smoke. It is his white smoke still but he just turned it into black by the use of illusion. He creates an illusion for me to believe and now he is flying away from me. Maybe he is looking for a place where he can hide. He can hide but he can’t run away from me because I keep on following him. when I heard Maria scream in terror. I looked at her and I saw Samael and his white smoke was there trying to break the protection that I made to get Maria. I thought Michael was there to protect Maria. When I suddenly remember that Samael can copy and create an illusion. I smile because he tricked me again. That coward. The one that I am following is not him but one of hi

he thought with restlessness. He abandoned the book on Samael and accidentally stumbled upon the portrait of Asael. He tried to stabilise himself by holding the raised stone-like structure where Asael's book is placed. But accidentally he knocked the book down. Before he could pick up the book and place it back, the book began to float in the air on its own. Its pages turned on their own accord. The rustling of the pages is loud in the other wide quiet surroundings. 'Lord Asael is the fifteenth Nephilim king, who took over the reins of the Nephilim race after his father passed away

The words cracked, faltering. Aiden’s heart surged. “Yes! Hold on! Fight him! Fight Azrael!” --- The Secret Revealed From the shadows, Bishop stepped closer, face illuminated by the storm. “You think you understand this power?” he said softly. “You think he can contain it? No… Azrael isn’t just ancient. He’s the seed of chaos. And you, Aiden, are standing in the way of evolution.” Aiden’s jaw tightened. “I don’t care about your evolution. I care about Luca.”

He stepped forward—cloaked in black, skin smooth like polished obsidian, eyes silver like twin moons drowning in ash. Azrael. His smile was the kind that could freeze oceans. “Well,” he purred, voice smooth like poisoned velvet, “look at what my little project has become.” Malik placed himself in front of Sarai instantly, fire flickering along his forearms like burning veins. “Touch her,” he growled, “and I will tear you apart molecule by molecule.” Azrael’s grin widened. “Still dramatic, I see. Still sentimental. Still weak.” Malik charged— —and Azrael raised a single hand.