The Book Of Azrael Characters Novels & Stories

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.

As they lay dying, their form flickering between shadow and substance, they gasped out one final message: “Azrael… he's coming. The prophecy… must not…” Then they dissolved into nothing, leaving only a lingering chill in the air. “Azrael?” I turned to Liora. “As in, the fallen angel Azrael?” “The same.” Liora's expression was grim. “He seeks to prevent a prophecy — one that involves you, dear one.” That's when my mates finally burst in, skidding to a halt at the sight of my new… accessories.

“He was immortal. Not just long-lived—truly immortal. They would kill him—only for his body to reform, stronger, whole again. Valerius and the Primarch were powerful, but mortal. They could bleed. They could tire. He could not.” I feel the hopelessness sinking in, even now—centuries later. “It nearly ended there,” Eleanor says quietly. “They almost lost. We almost lost. Until—” She stops, and then her eyes meet mine. “—until the Moon Goddess sent her Priest.” I blink. “Her what?” Her eyes soften. “He was the Alpha of the Castellanos pack,” Eleanor continues. “A man named Azrael Castellanos.” I freeze. “What?” Eleanor nods solemnly.

His body jerked once, twice, then sagged heavily against the wall, held up only by Sky’s grip. Sky didn’t let go until the struggling stopped entirely. When he finally released him, Harlan slid down the wall in a limp heap, leaving a thick smear of red on the paint. His eyes stayed open, staring blankly at the ceiling. The room was silent except for the soft drip of blood hitting tile. Azxel hadn’t moved from the chair. He sat curled tight, his knees to chest, rocking in tiny, mechanical motions. His thumb was still in his mouth, his nail chewed raw and bleeding. His gaze was fixed on nothing, pupils blown wide, hi face blank with shock.

Graceful. Terrifying. Severiel. The angel looks exactly the same as the last time I saw him. Golden eyes. Black wings folded neatly behind his back. A faint smile that always feels like it is hiding something dangerous. Ezra steps in front of me instantly. “You are not welcome here.” Severiel chuckles softly. “My dear Sentinel. You say that every time.” Matteo whispers beside me. “Please tell me the cosmic observers did not invite the psychopath angel.”

And froze. A male crouched by the low, crackling fire—dark hair tousled from the wind, worn leather jacket hugging broad shoulders, horns curved elegant and deadly sharp like polished obsidian. Those red eyes fixed on me with pure, unfiltered venom, glowing faintly in the morning light. Azrael. The incubus.

I begged “What's— what's going on?” Mel sobbed. “Oh, sweetheart are you still oblivious to what's going on around you? Well, let's put Mel here in the know, don't you all agree?” He grinned, “Mel your friend isn't crazy, demons are real and unfortunately for you... I am one of them,” he added. “Yeah, but you were an angel, a well respectable one, what happened Azrael?” Stefan asked. “I got a better deal,” he grinned.

He has auburn hair and gold eyes. Standing stiffly, I observe as he strides towards me and gives me a slight bow. “Traeger, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Mathias…” He points towards the men who follow behind him. “This is Mikhail, Azazel, Gadriel, and Isaiah.” I nod my head in greeting. Gadriel and Isaiah are definitely angels. The other two men, however, are different. I can sense that Mikhail is not something I was familiar with. Azazel smells like a demon. Having Lycan senses can come in handy. Azazel smells like ash, which is what we learned Demons smell like. They all smile, but not in a way that tells me they trust me. More like they're taking my measure. None of them speak.