Samkiel Book Of Azrael Novels & Stories

I can't help but be afraid of him. "Fuck you, Samael." "Fuck you too, Azazel. You owe me one." "Fucking get lost, stupid." I simply looked at them. I just saw Samael leave without looking back at us. and I felt Azazel sit beside me. I even heard him cleared his throat. I swallowed as I focused on the book I was reading. "Sera," and my hair almost stood on end when he called me. I bit my lips and just continue reading.

Hopefully, I was about to find out a lot of information, so I didn’t let anything else bother me. It started out talking about the four Reaver High Priests who essentially ruled the Underworld. I was somewhat familiar with this as I had read it in a previous book. I knew from my reading that my Demon, if his name really was Raziel, was a High Priest, and Raphael was as well. So I was definitely messing with some powerful beings. It went on to talk about the history and how the Reavers were made.

It seems that only an angel can kill another angel. Then I happened to stumble upon an ancient text that had many loose, recent extracts tucked into the back, about The Daemonium. 1254 years old. Dargan Chernobog chosen by The God of Hell to rule over all the evils of the world at the age of only 14. The newer pages were left by an angel in training, Azazel. Brought into the mansion at 16, he uncovered all of The Daemonium’s plans to… “Miss Ashyver.” A female voice breaks me from my reading. “There is a ball being hosted this evening and The Daemonium requests you to begin preparations. He will present you to the society this evening.”

“Yeah” “That’s rather unfortunate, giving how much hatred I have in my heart for you. This is a huge mistake and I will die before I accept you as my mate with and Luna. Cassie, I Alpha Elijah, reject you as my mate and future Luna. I would never get involved with the daughter of my enemy , so you are free to go out there and find love and protection in some other man’s arms, because you will never find it in mind. Stay clear of my part if you want to stay alive.” “But… Alpha Elijah. You can’t do this” She cries.

Barry left her alone to go to the kitchen. Her curiosity is one of the things that she hates about herself. When there's something bothering her, she will do everything she can to know more about it. She loves learning new things, and uncovering secrets. And now that she knows more about her lineage, she wants to understand everything. "Book of Demonology?" She found a book hidden behind a pile of old journals. From the look of it, someone hid the book intentionally. It was thick and old, and dusty. As she flipped through the pages, she saw something that caught her attention.

Azrael said in a trembling voice as his eyes were wild in rage, "She was crying for me; I know it. I felt it in my bones, in my blood! And they dared... they dared to touch her? My Zafira. My mate. My queen. My child! I’ll tear their world apart. I’ll carve their names into the stones of hell before I let them breathe another second of peace. She’s mine! And whoever tried to take her... they’ve already written their death sentence. I’m not coming to rescue her. I’m coming to ruin them" .... Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

Her body absorbed the spiritual energy around her. Meanwhile, Azrael narrowed his eyes and gaze at the demon lord intently. He could tell that Samael is difficult to defeat. However, he believes the sisters can defeat him. Azrael closed his eyes and transformed into his angel form, then flew under Alice and prepared for his stance. He knew that all the demons would attack Alice. His three high-ranking spirits and Alice’s black dragon also protect Alice.

His golden eyes flickered with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, haunted by the weight of the choices he had made. Their pace slowed as they reached a secluded corner of the library, bathed in the soft glow of a stained-glass window depicting a scene of heavenly harmony. Azrael halted, a distant look in his eyes as he recalled his first encounter with Azazel. The sheer intensity of his emotions reverberated throughout his body, causing his wings to tremble slightly, their normally pristine white feathers now graced with crimson streaks—a testament to the turmoil that love had ignited within him.

In a desperate attempt to protect you, I blocked his gaze, but he revealed his dark angelic face, letting out a piercing scream that almost threw you and Deli off the bridge. As I saw his face, I felt my soul being pulled out of my body. I tried to hold on, but it was too late. My physical body fell to the ground, and I was left astrally projected, helpless to stop Azrael from claiming my soul. But then, Belzebub appeared, grabbing my lifeless body. He saw my astral form and knew he was too late. Azrael reached for my soul, but Belzebub, influenced by his vessel Samson's love for me, lunged at the Angel of Death, determined to fight for my soul.

I replied "and I suspect also against many others as well I would not summon you, here just because I could, great Sammael or for trivial matters, the scribe who thought me gave me grave warnings I am risking much by summoning you here this night" "State the betrayer's name and I will seek the ether for his sin," Sammael said gravely "His name is Azeazel" I replied Sammaels eyes fell closed and his head tipped back for several long minutes as he listened to the ether, I waited patiently in the silence until finally his eyes opened and he studied me gravely