Samkiel Book Of Azrael Novels & Stories

HAVE you ever felt that you might be different? That, in this world, is not how the way you thought about it. But what if behind this beautiful world that you thought it was, lies the secret that would change your life? I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought.

Thamer closes his eyes and gathered all his energy and called the six demons inside him to wake up and let him transform until a cloud of smoke begun to appear and in one moment a demon from twenty years ago came back. He saw their opponents and as he started to blurt out the flames coming from his mouth, some of them turned to ashes. Lancelot and Damian, we're on their way to the location but they had no idea that Ramses was following them. They saw from afar that the place was burning. They saw a brood of vampires approaching and they thought that they will hurt them but they feel relieved when all of them went straight to the location. Martha, Drake, Dave, and Diana find a place to hide.

Yet, they aroused a feeling of a dark, untenable evil, death, and an infinitely boundless abyss of savagery. Once he was out of the pool of blood, the Bloody Red Humanoid Figure levorotated it's neck twice, before it spoke, "I've been in this hell of a place for so long, thanks to this blood offering I'm finally revived. Hump! you Lords Of The Skies, just you wait for me. I'm going to be the end of your race and the doom of your descendants." From the way it spoke and the emotion reflected in his voice and face, it was clear he had an intense hatred for the one's it called 'Lords of The sky'.

Reincarnated, he possessed greater transcendent potential, now fused with this miraculous artifact. The Eye of Aslant, originally the Eye of Insight, was a sacred relic of the Aslant Civilization, a once high-tier Astral-level civilization. Its destruction during the war with the Fulgor Civilization had astonished all. “Who would have thought an artifact deemed indestructible could fail at the hands of a fragile one like me?” Logo mused wryly. Miraculous artifacts, born from the rules of the Astral Realm, carried immense, often incomprehensible powers—Time White Feather, Chaos Stele, Elemental Furnace, Death Note—renowned across the realm.

Yawayer utilized this power to its fullest so he could tear into the fabric of reality, escape to another existence, and become immortal. Archangel Azrael and Archangel Chamuel exited Heaven and reappeared near the park where Azrael and Maia battled. Well, not battled per se, but had powerful words with one another. Azrael made a calculated retreat when he faced Maia, an eight-winged person. Now that she had broken through into the Tenth wings, what were his plans for destroying Blake Elon, who she protects?

“We need to move, the time is against us.” I stepped closer, voice low and hard. “If she’s been marked and is carving runes to tear the wards, there’s only one dark hand I can think of—Ezekiel.” My mouth tasted of iron. “Azrael’s brother. He traffics in outlaw magic and binds desperate souls to his will. If Sadie has him—then Keladia’s defenses are already compromised.”

“You don’t know Sariyah like I do.” That shuts him up. Because I do. I know how close Ember lives to the edge of becoming something terrible. I know how much she hates the world for letting men be taken and cities rot and gods lie. Most importantly, I know how easily Sariyah’s lies could feel like permission. The torches flicker the shadows along the far wall move. I spin just as heat rolls through the cell dry, ancient, and wrong. Azrael steps out of nothing wings I have never seen are half-manifested. His expression is calm, too calm. Every instinct I have goes nuclear.

“It is said that Azrael was a helper to God, but then he was cast down, like Lucifer himself, and now he resides in the pits of Hell, still overseeing The Book of the Dead as the Archangel of Death.” Ru stopped and considered what she’d just read. It all seemed silly to her. How could anyone even know who the angels were and which ones had been cast down from Heaven—if any of that were even true? “The demons are all just fallen angels,” she continued to read aloud, as if Piper were at all interested in what she had to say. “Whether or not our depictions of them are true is impossible to say.” You’ve got that right, she thought to herself.

Raphael half-joked. "I know what you mean," I said plainly. "Auzzy," Raphael announced, "how nice of you to come back so soon." Archangel Azrael, the collector of souls for Father— God's helper, appeared onto us. "This could have been precluded." He lifted his red shroud, letting soul particles escape into Raphael's mortar. He then gave Raphael his palm to incise, quickly and painlessly letting his blood drop into the mortar. "I won't do this again," he stated. "No matter how much Father loves us. There has to be some order, brother."

The smoke from the light beam cleared, and for a heartbeat, I thought it was over But then, a low, guttural growl rose from the shadows of the darkened cave. Azrael crawled out of the crater my light had made. His skin was charred and peeling, and one of his massive wings hung limp and broken at his side, but his eyes were glowing with a terrifying, murderous purple flame. He wasn't dead. If anything, the pain had made him faster and more dangerous.