Samkiel Book Of Azrael Novels & Stories

” Ouriel was reading from his phone, “An excepts from My Experience with The Angel of Death by an unknown author.” The next morning, Remiel and Azrael was sat in the dining table, in front of each other, while Ouriel was sitting at their side in the head of the table, behind him was a painting of a rose with blood drippings. He was wearing a bright yellow shirt. Rad and Rogziel were out early. And Nae was arranging their lunch on the table, “Stop it Ouriel, no one’s listening to you.” Nae said as she sat down beside Remiel. Azrael was playing with her fork and Remiel was staring at Azrael’s fork. “Well, you’re wrong.” Ouriel turned to Azrael, “Azrael, what did I just read?” he said, confiden

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Azrael ⋅• ♱ I watched her without realizing it, watched until the sun was setting and the barrier surrounding Samael’s plan was thinner, until the rune fragment she sent me was strong enough to enter. "Don’t be an idiot," I remembered as my wings throbbed, "there’s no room for kindness, not after all you’ve done, don’t be such a hypocrite".

“Sleep, my light. Until the world is peaceful enough for you to wake.” Above, blood tears stopped falling. Valenfort’s sky turned pure black for the first time in years. But deep below, where earth still warmed — something stirred. Azrael — the sealed one — opened his eyes. Crimson light reflected in his pupils. A cracked smile echoed in the night: “Thank you, Lucien… you opened the final lock.”

Daniel asked, horrified. "Next, I am going to do something that I might regret in the future. But to save my daughter's life, I will do anything in my power." Azrael said, closing her eyes. "Sorry, the lord of witches and all the ancestors, for what I am going to do today is one of the most forbidden things of the black book. Please forgive me." Azrael said before placing her hand on the coffin. "Please don't hate me, dear. What I am going to do today, is all for your benefits." She whimpered before closing her eyes and looking in the sky resolutely.

“Well. You see… We were thinking that... maybe you would like to let the twins in the shadow realm, to live with Uriel, since you won't be able to look after them and concentrate on the war at the same time. I mean, we know that you care about them, but you will only put yourself in danger if you'll take them with you to Hell. Better said, you'll only end up putting them in danger, since you know how to take care of yourself.” “It's alright Emily, it has already crossed my mind to let them live with either Uriel or Azrael. Though, letting them live with Uriel, might be a better idea since the circles respect him a bit more than Azrael.” “Yup, but I wonder why?” “Because, Azraels wings are bl

In some sources, she is called the mother of succubus and incubbus. Samael, the Angel of Death (Samaël, Samiel, Siegel, Satan, Satanael, Samuel, Sammael) - the angel of death: delivering death sentences but also stopping the execution (cf. akeda), controversial angel, accuser, seducer, spirit of destruction. Etymologically, the word Samael is derived from the Hebrew "sami" - blind, or aram. "samu" - venom, poison. So this name can be translated as: "Blind God" or - "Venom of God". The name may also come from the Syrian god Shemal. In the Jewish tradition, Samael is the angel of death, governing the "Seventh Heaven", one of the seven messengers of God in the world, who is served by two millio

I ask, the memory of my blood falling on the stone's face and what came after it. “I’m not a hundred percent sure. Saying that I have been led to believe that… certain shifters who hold genes close to the gods, powerful DNA, can access the power or magic those stones hold.” “Like a Grimalkin?” He purses his lips, pale eyes narrowing on me, “Like a Grimalkin,” he confirms. Abner tosses the small black book at me and I easily catch it. It’s plain, with no writing, and thin maybe only twenty pages.

Elira and Theron stood on opposite sides of the vale, forming a ring of star-magic and shadow. Kael held Selene steady, even as her fingers bled silver sparks. She whispered his name, just once. And then—he stepped back. --- The wind howled. The ground shimmered. And from the crack in the vale— He stepped through. Azrael. Still wearing his old silver cloak. Still tall, still too beautiful. But changed. His eyes no longer held cruelty. Only remorse. And a deep, humming sorrow. --- Selene’s voice was barely audible. “You’re late.”

Ena began clasping her hands to her front," try to listen will you?” “Kaya and Ally have been caught up in the midst of a supernatural war. Kaya Aka Gabrielle’s daughter is mated to two powerful beings, by mated I simply mean, destined. The most powerful being of the two is Azian, the boy you know as Abigail’s nephew and who is indeed in fact, a dragon taking up human form, and is considered the most powerful being in the twin realms. Notice I said realms, not realm, the supernatural and neutral realm as well as possibly that of Vigra.

"No, Sam. Those were souls. These mist are creatures from angels having offspring that died. They are spirits but not of humans. They are called the spiritum ultima. They are guardians of the spirit of realm." I hugged Samuel. He kissed me gently on the forehead. Tenderly, I touched his face. "Be safe and come back to me. Promise me, Samuel." "I will. I promise, Samantha." He signaled me to a position at the farthest side while moving to the opposite end. Then, he jumped to the lake. The mist was so fast that I could not move to help him from being attacked by the fog and the water. "Swim, Samantha, swim!"