The Book Of Azrael Epub Novels & Stories

” Noticing that I haven’t even made an attempt to speak or even move -since I was practically unable to even breathe anymore- she only continued, “Ookaaay, first things first,” “In case you were wondering, the reason why Azrael isn’t a fallen is that he’s...Well let’s just say he’s not your “regular” Archangel like the others, since he’s one of The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and all that shit... And since his grace is practically bound to my soul...Uh...let’s just say that as long as I’m alive, he’s...He will still be his...usual self...” Even though that last sentence left me feeling somewhat confused -mostly by the way she so evasively explained it- I however chose to mainly focus on

Daniel asked, horrified. "Next, I am going to do something that I might regret in the future. But to save my daughter's life, I will do anything in my power." Azrael said, closing her eyes. "Sorry, the lord of witches and all the ancestors, for what I am going to do today is one of the most forbidden things of the black book. Please forgive me." Azrael said before placing her hand on the coffin. "Please don't hate me, dear. What I am going to do today, is all for your benefits." She whimpered before closing her eyes and looking in the sky resolutely.

Chapter 27 — Kane's POV Even hours after Aria's display in the sacred grove, I could still feel the residual power humming through our mate bond. I decided to go to the library to get some answers. “Who is Azrael? What does he want with Aria.” The pack library was quiet at this late hour, but my mind was anything but peaceful. I searched for ancient texts and scrolls, keeping it all on my desk, their musty pages holding secrets. As I was searching, a journal caught my eyes, I picked it and opened it.

I started leaving searching for Azrael in panic. Fuck thank God, fuck, fuck, fuck. “So, you’re going without the answers?” Adam muttered and I turned to look at him. “Don’t worry, I’ve got all the answers, right here…” Azrael beamed from the living room. A huge ass folder in his hands with a huge ass Halsey written on it. “I guess not…” I shrugged my shoulder, I can’t believe I was hating Azrael until now, I'm glad he portrayed himself useful.

Azrael said quietly as he stopped a few feet behind her. Zafira slowly turned and her eyes met him. “He is still alive?”, she asked in an emotionless tone. “Yes! But he’s no longer a man”, Azrael replied. Her lips parted slightly. There was a tremble in her hands, but her eyes didn’t waver. “What did you do?”, She asked him. Azrael took a step closer and replied, “Everything he did to you... I returned it tenfold.” Silence fell around them. Zafira lowered her eyes, “Did he scream?”

I grit out in frustration. Azazel shakes his head and approaches the stone altar, resting his hands on it and looking beneath it. “Bloody hell!” He yells out in defeat as he kicks out at the altar. The stone cracks and breaks beneath his fingers, sending fragments of rubble flying all over the place. That’s when I see it. Moving forward, I grip Azazel’s swinging arm and wave at a broken piece. “Look!” I call out as I approach the broken slab and push a few pieces aside. Azazel squats beside me and reaches for the book hidden inside the opening. The book is old and ripped, but there’s no doubt that it’s the answer to our conundrum. Azazel opens the cover and turns a few pages. His face bright

Chapter: 27 ****** Their steps were measured and deliberate as Azrael led Offilies through the aisles of books. The library was vast and quiet, the only sound accompanying their conversation was the soft rustle of pages and the occasional fluttering of wings from passing Ceruleanians. As Azrael confessed his forbidden affairs with the Devil, Offilies listened intently, his cerulean eyes widening with each revelation. His usually composed demeanor was replaced by a myriad of emotions—shock, concern, and an underlying fear for his beloved Prince's well-being.

"That's the one!" Saye peeps. I shouldn't be surprised because the world isn't as every day as people believe it to be. There are unearthly beings in this world that no humans have ever known. They only see them in aspects of media for entertainment. But to think, the real Azrael is before me in the flesh. However, his name in the bible describes a fallen angel, an archangel like Lucifer who rebelled against the heavens. I guess the history of angels and demons as mortal enemies is true. Azrael is titled the Angel of Death and Grim Reaper, an entity responsible for transporting souls to the afterlife with records of the deceased.

She knows it is impossible to erase nor to kill a man or woman using her own hands, after all, the human species is on the same level of importance as theirs, both are beloved by the creator. The day went on with Azrael telling her words and the meaning of it as she lays down on his bed and him reading a red thick book, the dictionary. He can use his phone or laptop but he prefers to read something that is tangible, for him, it means that he can always come back to it without having it changed or lost. It was a weird preference he had, considering he was behind one of the genius inventions of the year, an application that altered the world of commerce.

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.