The Book Of Azrael Characters นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"To explain, Amorivia, always wanted to be like Wendy and see her Peter. Tenshi wanted to be the hero that everyone can count on. Kitto wanted to show all the beautiful things to his lover and he did but not everything. Arwha wanted to complete thr list of things she wanted to see with her lover. Selena loves to play a brave elf princess who is capable of making friends. Like the elf, Amrak wanted to play the human wolf. And lastly, Nisemono always wanted to be the villain of the story." "I see. So you were just fulfilling their wishes because there was no body to fulfill yours and you wanted that the most." The angel of Death flashed a smirk that disappeared when they heard the long beep t

But, the book seems to suggest that all those monsters exists in reality. "Werewolves? Vampires? Witches? Gargoyles? Pyromancers? Necromancers? Do these creeps really exists?" Andra and Barry's conversation was interrupted when Ethan walked towards them with the book he found. "I think you two better take a seat." Barry pointed to the couches in the middle of the room.

The latter stared at me with fear in his eyes, his hands were shaking as his gaze fell to the floor. “Turns out you aren't good at taking orders after all,” I pointed my gun at him. The sound of bullets darting towards the man's flesh felt good in my ears. I fired several bullets before finally stopping. I left the room with a smirk on my lips. I dialled her number and waited, “I'm done here.” “Excellent job as always, Azalia,” - Meanwhile, Zakael Dela Priego and his friends were having a good time at Lucid Haven. It was Zakael’s birthday and there was no way his friends would let him get away without him spending money and buy them a few drinks.

My face fell, “But who are the others?” “There are three. You can save them all, but there will be a price.” I sighed, holding my head in my hands. “Who are they?” “My son will help you, he is a healer, as I am.” “Who are you?” The angel’s face lit up, a bright smile adorning his attractive features. The angel took his glasses off, revealing light-colored eyes. My mouth fell open, “I am the Arch Angel Raphael, but in my human form, you can call me Azarias, Az for short.”

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?"

I hesitated for a brief moment, but Abel’s steady gaze pushed me forward. Inside, the space stretched far wider than I expected. Shadows pooled in the corners, illuminated only by the dim glow of torches mounted on the walls. My eyes were immediately drawn to the center, where a man hung suspended, his body bloodied and bruised, each motion sending a sickening rattle through his chains. I couldn’t look directly at him for long. The sight was horrifying, and my stomach lurched violently. Azrael sat calmly a few feet away, his posture relaxed, hands resting on his knees as if he were watching a play. But his eyes were sharp, piercing, and they found mine the moment I stepped fully into the roo

A sign that Azrael can leave. While driving he thought of saying hello to his girlfriend. Akira Cruz, a bank teller assigned to Makati. Unbeknownst to Akira, Azrael is a Product supervisor in a company in Taguig so Azrael always has an out-of-town walk. He had no idea that Azrael was a feared assassin. “Babe, where are you? Can I see you?" “Of course, babe. I'm already at home, did you just come home? Maybe you're tired,” Akira replied quickly.

A howl of wind gushes through the drapes of the night forming a new skin of cold around me and I shudder - not at the cold, but at the pair of dark eyes that stare at me through the fire reflecting them. Azrael seems all innocent, timid, and soft from the way he carries himself, or whimpers around me. Yet there is something in his eyes that speaks the devil in him. Like the tales of hatred or revenge that peek through the corner of his lashes, oozing an aura of danger.

I was interested to know more about Azrael’s culture since it was one culture that survived humanity’s advancement since he was born in the older cities like me. Even at my height, I found the book. I wasn’t tall enough to reach it. I stood on my tiptoes, pushing me to a 5’10 but all I could feel was the tip of my fingers touching the ends of the book before someone taller pulled the book out. “That’s mine.” I mumbled as I turned back to look at the stranger who picked my book. I was stunned by his beauty. Ben was handsome, Azrael was handsomer, but this stranger was the handsomest. You can’t honestly blame me for appreciating beauty.

I now know that this was the work of The Keepers. His name, Azrael, meant Angel of Death. This was not a lie. The amount of havoc he and Andres wreaked after splitting, was insane. Before that, and this was hundreds of years ago, we crossed paths. Azrael was on a mission to collect ingredients for his split. None of us knew exactly what he was doing at the time, but he was very determined to get things done. I was seeing a woman back then. She was a Vampire, of course, so she actually liked me for me, and not because of my Reaver charm. She was drawn to me because of who I was.