The Book Of Azrael Audiobook Novels & Stories

“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.

Freya read the words out loud, her voice shaking at first, then getting louder over the thunder. “I call upon the Lord of the Pit… Azrael… Master of Contracts… come forth and grant me what I seek.” The temperature in the room dropped suddenly. The candle flames stretched tall and turned black at the tips. A deep, rumbling sound vibrated through the floor like something massive had stepped into reality. Then a figure appeared

I clung to his neck, face buried against his warm obsidian skin, breathing in that intoxicating scent of smoke, sex, and pure corruption. “I am yours,” I whispered against his throat, voice hoarse from screaming. “Completely. I do not want my old life anymore. Just this. Just you filling me forever.” Azrael’s golden eyes glowed with dark triumph as he carried me through a massive obsidian archway into what looked like his personal chamber. The room was enormous. Chains dangled from the ceiling. Altars and cushions covered the floor. The air was thick and humid, carrying the constant scent of sex and brimstone.

Ru could remember being terrified as a child when there was a lunar eclipse, and Liddy Brown had insisted the moon would turn to blood, signifying the beginning of the Tribulation. One particular website she stumbled upon caught her interest. It was a listing of demons, complete with artists’ renderings of what they were supposed to look like, dating back to Biblical times. Most of them were horrific and scary looking. Azrael caught her attention. Some of the pictures showed him as a hideous creature with more than one face and dozens of hands and wings, some as a black-winged angel with a dark face, and others as a glowing Archangel of God. “It is said that Azrael was a helper to God, but t

His fingers wrap around mine, his grip tight before he yanks me towards him. “Azriel-” “Do not speak another word if you want your soul to be inside that body of yours,” Azriel warns, his voice sounds gravelly, however, the fury in his voice is evident. Instead of walking towards the door that leads to the hall, he tugs me forward in the opposite direction. My heart thunders in my chest as he rounds the building and walks straight towards the forest that now looks nothing but menacing at this time of the evening – inky black and foreboding.

Medi Forest-(OUTSIDE ZEURION CITY) Althea "IT'S nice to see you both, once again... after such a long, long time," Serge stated while locking his gaze on us. Then he looked straight in my direction and said, "Am I right my sweet Thea?"

Just a hunger so profound it stole her breath. He stepped inside, the door swinging shut behind him with a soft click that felt like a lock turning. "It's raining," Azrael stated, her own voice sounding thin, mortal, compared to the resonance vibrating from him. She gestured vaguely towards the damp city beyond the grimy window. "Shouldn't you be... causing discord? Tempting mortals?"

I could see the pulse jumping in his neck, a vein twitching as he fought to keep his rage under control. "That woman you are so desperately protecting... she was the one responsible for sealing me away into the eternal darkness," Azrael growled, his face contorting with a rage that had clearly simmered for ages. He looked at me again, his lip curling in disgust. "I spent an eternity hiding from the sun after I killed her in her previous lifetime." I stared at him, my jaw dropping. None of this made sense. It felt like he was speaking a language I didn't understand.

It was so hard to know his feelings. “Is that what Syne told you? That the afterlife was in chaos?” “It’s not true?” Via raised her brow. "C'mon, I thought angels don't lie." “I collect dead people here in this place,” Azrael stood up and we followed him. We got to the part of the cave that was surrounded by water. I was right from what I heard. When Azrael flicked his finger, a door appeared inside the cave and I saw a long line of people. I don’t know how far it is but I’m sure the end I see isn’t the end, it seems like an endless queue.

If I was going to do this, I wanted there to be zero barriers. I stared at the ancient, leather-bound book I’d spent six months' salary on. The ink on the pages looked like dried blood. My pulse was a physical thrumming in my throat as I began to speak the words. The Latin was clunky on my tongue, sharp and guttural. I didn't care about the grammar; I cared about the heat building in the pit of my stomach. Every syllable felt like a spark hitting dry kindling. "Azrael," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Azrael, I call you."