Novel & Cerita Samkiel Book Of Azrael

~ ~ ~ Saphielle's POV: My hands were shaking, blood rushed to my ears and I couldn't get my heart to slow down. I was trembling from shock. What… what did I do? My eyes are glued to my trembling outstretched hands. Hands that had mysteriously knocked the wind out of Azrael. Something tugged painfully in my core, raging against my chest like it was looking for a way out. Azrael stepped closer, and I moved back. “How… What did you do?” I didn't reply. I couldn't. Not with the baseball-sized lump lodged at the base of my throat. And what explanation did I have for this?

Stefan mumbled. "Yea he is right, you can pass through, but we have to be invited in," Damon added. “Well, well, well,” we heard a familiar voice chuckled. Touching down before us from out of the sky, “Aum... Guys, he doesn't look like someone losing their powers,” I muttered in concern, Azrael was now flaunting large black feathered wings, “When will you learn?” He snickered, “I am always one step ahead of you fools,”

Galena I gaze down into my son’s beautiful cherubic face. He looks so much like Samael with his ebony hair and eyes. As I caress his tiny fingers, a smile spreads across my face. “You’re perfect, my little Azrael.” “Yes, he is, isn’t he.” Samael’s arms wrap around my waist as he pulls me close to his chest, and his lips lay gentle kisses on my naked shoulder as our son continues to suckle on my breast. “He’s as perfect as his mother.”

someone said to Lucifer. "But Samael brought that bitch to Michael, and Archangel Michael put Ara into a long sleep in the ice palace of the damn Angels." "Long sleep to collect souls, it is a good idea for the afterlife." Lucifer smiled horribly. "My brother is really good at manipulating life." "You see, Samael is looking for you everywhere. He, Azrael, and the Dead Men who have been revived by Kazuo-kai. They are really going to war with you."

” Noticing that I haven’t even made an attempt to speak or even move -since I was practically unable to even breathe anymore- she only continued, “Ookaaay, first things first,” “In case you were wondering, the reason why Azrael isn’t a fallen is that he’s...Well let’s just say he’s not your “regular” Archangel like the others, since he’s one of The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and all that shit... And since his grace is practically bound to my soul...Uh...let’s just say that as long as I’m alive, he’s...He will still be his...usual self...” Even though that last sentence left me feeling somewhat confused -mostly by the way she so evasively explained it- I however chose to mainly focus on

CHAPTER 56 The Hall of Ascendancy, once a sanctuary of harmony, now roared with divine fury. Samael’s voice cracked like thunder against the golden walls. “Who put Tzareth in that bulb?” The young scribe, barely out of his initiation rites, stood trembling beneath the weight of a thousand eyes. His robes, once pristine, clung to him in sweat-damp folds as he stammered, “I-I don’t know, Elder Samael. The records— They say it was sealed in Vault Four—”

Jonathan smiled as he touched Akira's shoulder which made Azrael even angrier. “Just make sure I don't get out of here Jonathan and I'll make sure I keep alive all the people close to you right in front of you. Yes, I know everyone I killed and I'm starting to rejoice that I killed your friends and members, I'll be even happier if I send more people to hell with you!” Azrael shouted as he struggled in the chair “Is that so Azrael? What if I kill your girlfriend in front of you? It looks good to watch, too.” Jonathan said smiling and pointed the pistol from his side

He looked at rest, but I knew better. Azrael, the fallen angel of death. They are responsible for the separation of souls from the host, that is, the body. Of course, they would be the ruler of this realm. I say they, because the Angel of death is gender-neutral, as they appear different to every soul, sometimes males, sometimes female. Azrael often appears like a robed skeleton with a scythe because that is what people expect to see. However, they were currently in their prime, so their true form is shown. Azrael holds a rather benevolent role as the angel of death, wherein they act as a psychopomp, responsible for transporting the souls of the deceased after death. Both in Islam and Judais

❤️Prologue❤️ The days I've spent with you are better than forever and eternity combined. "Zachriel's mind was to become a full-time archangel once the final trial ended and he returned to Celes. He was confident in his intelligence and ability to adapt to the world of mortals. His heart to the members of the family who embraced him. Especially the girl Kendra. Whenever he was seen by the girl's mother Edmingard had a feeling that the woman seemed to be living in the innermost part of her personality. Chance?

I was sent back to my room by his rogue werewolves and ever since then, he had more werewolves guarding his chambers. Finally, after days of tireless investigation, I stumbled upon a hidden chamber. Its entrance was concealed behind an ornate tapestry, and curiosity compelled me to pull it aside. Inside, ancient tomes lined the shelves, their pages filled with forgotten knowledge. My hands trembled as I reached for the nearest book, its leather cover worn with age. Dust flew into the air as I blew on it before cracking it open. The pages revealed Azrael's true nature, a dark force driven by vengeance and an insatiable hunger for dominance and it wasn't just cause that is his personality all