The Book Of Azrael Characters Novels & Stories

Charlotte was sitting quietly on her bed after the session with Matt. Her conversation with the Beta kept echoing in her head. “Alpha Azraiel is a Trueblood…!” The white wolf is Azraiel…...Azraiel is the white wolf…. She suddenly sat up straight and went to the pile of books beside her closet. The first book was about shifting, so she kept it aside….second was the same…..but the third… There it is…. She picked the third book and opened the index. Moving her index finger down the page she stopped when she found what she was looking for. Quickly flipping to the page number she climbed into her bed and leaned back.

“Or was she just caught between two monsters?” My chest clenched. I didn’t answer. Because I didn’t know anymore who the monster was. ---- An hour later, I felt her. The shadows shifted. The air chilled. And from the treeline stepped Lilith’s executioner - Azrael. Not a man. Not a wolf. Something… in between. His eyes were solid black. No whites. No soul. “You stole from our Queen,” he hissed. I stood and rolled my shoulders. “I’m owed more than she ever gave me.”

“You cannot resist what was born with you. You will either destroy them… or destroy yourself.” Aiden’s chest tightened. “He’s not just fighting them… he’s fighting himself.” --- The Serpents’ Leader Emerges From the shadows, a figure emerged, larger than any other, clad in black and gold, carrying a staff tipped with a glowing blue crystal—the source of Darius’ command over the Serpents. Darius smirked. “Meet the master… the real puppet master.” Aiden’s stomach turned. “Who the hell is that?” The figure stepped forward. The energy around it was palpable, bending the very air. “I am Azrael,” he said. “And I’ve been waiting a long time for you, Luca.”

A good son. A warm brother to Aria. Tall. Chiseled jaws. Gray eyes. Naturally red lips. And muscles where one would salivate upon unraveling. Azrael Execroz was every woman’s dream, a dream that can never happen in reality because such a man doesn’t exist. In the novel, there were several women who chased the male lead but no one succeeded in getting his attention Vanessa Fergus. Yan Qiong. Heidi Stewart. And lastly,

“Hey you take that back this instant. I am among the strongest guardians in this place, I maim and I destroy anything that dares lay a finger or thread or…” Aleph stopped talking when he realized that Azaliah was not listening to him anymore. He sighed and went to sit near her, his attention also drawn to the waves in the water. Occasionally, he would look at Azaliah’s face then sigh. He had no idea what to tell her that could make her feel better. She was going to fight Lucifer, and she had to win. Aleph hadn’t even seen him before, half of the angels in heaven in fact had not seen him but they knew that if the older angels couldn’t even say his name without looking over their shoulder, the

With hands balled into fists, I turned and stormed away. “I’ll make you pay for this, Freya. Mark my words, you’ll regret the day you crossed me.” To be continued... The next book is called Sacrificed By A Sire King. If you love the character Lucy, her parts were written by J.C. Seal and she can be found on Amazon. Lucy is a character in her Angel and Demons series. She had taken Evan with her, and he will be in some of her future books. He and Lucy will however return to the Freya Rose series to help with the final fight.

, He replied in a deep voice, causing her eyes to widen in shock and surprise. Azrael Sartori, a name that sent chills down her spine. He was known to be dark and deadly, born of the angel of death, with a cold and dangerous character that commanded both fear and respect from those around him. Zafira swallowed hard and the weight of his identity settled heavily on her. "You... you are Azrael Sartori?", She stammered while trying to process the implications of standing before someone so powerful and feared. He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by her reaction. "Yes, that's me. Surprised?"

Lila followed the ritual exactly — black candles, fresh blood from her palm, the ancient words spoken at midnight under a blood moon. The air grew thick and hot. The candles flared unnaturally high. Then the shadows in the room coalesced into something massive. He stepped out of the darkness like he owned it. Azrael was beautiful in the most terrifying way. Towering over seven feet tall, with obsidian skin that seemed to drink in light, glowing crimson eyes, and a muscular body carved from pure sin. Horns curved back from his head, and massive black wings were folded behind him. His presence filled the room with raw, ancient power.