The Book Of Azrael Kindle Novels & Stories

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She bent to search among the rows of junk on her tables and soon came up with the object that made me give an involuntary gasp of surprise. It was the book. The same book Blake and I had dropped off. The exact same small, black book, I'd recognize that thing anywhere. "Here." The lady tossed the book and Kathryn caught it promptly. "Tell your sister to be careful, getting off the hook with him isn't always as easy as he says it is." The him had to be Azazel. All three of us were the same, each trapped without their souls and forces to bend according to Azazel's wishes. It was scary.

Aziel got up to follow me but quickly got surrounded by Selena and her bitch crew. When I looked back his expression was frosty as if he had encountered something unpleasant. Selena started flirting with him so I quickly turned away and headed to the next class where thankfully I would not meet Selena but unfortunately I would encounter Aziel. Even though all my encounters with Aziel had been quite pleasant, I just couldn’t get rid of the thought that he might just be like everyone else. That he might break my heart if he got the chance so I wanted to distance myself from him.

His order came a few seconds too late for one of the pack members who had snapped the neck of a chicken and carried it with him while not missing a step as he kept up with the rest of them. Once inside the barn, Brett sniffed out Eliza. He found her in an old but sturdy iron barred cage in the small musty room in the recesses of the building. After studying the situation, he shifted to man-wolf form. Spotting a crowbar leaning against the far wall, he grabbed it and used it to break the padlock from the chain. “Hey!” bellowed Arthur as he stood in the doorway with his shotgun raised. As Brett whirled around to face Arthur, the gun went off and birdshot sprayed into his chest.

Barry left her alone to go to the kitchen. Her curiosity is one of the things that she hates about herself. When there's something bothering her, she will do everything she can to know more about it. She loves learning new things, and uncovering secrets. And now that she knows more about her lineage, she wants to understand everything. "Book of Demonology?" She found a book hidden behind a pile of old journals. From the look of it, someone hid the book intentionally. It was thick and old, and dusty. As she flipped through the pages, she saw something that caught her attention.

I heard Azrael say from right next to me, right before she replied, “Yes, yes, you were just following the half-breed. I know,” She knowingly smiled, flipping on the table what seemed like a tarot card, only it had some weird symbols instead of the usual descriptive drawings. “Her soul is bound to yours... Interesting...” She muttered mostly to herself, not sparing a single glance at the card lying on the table, still keeping her gaze fixated towards the window. Okay, this is getting seriously weird right now. She then flipped yet another card, just like the last time, not even bothering to look down at it and with a deadly serious tone, she said,

He had to see her, if not he would lose his mind. Athena was in her room in her PJs, sitting on the bed, reading a book peacefully. The noise of the door hinge caught her attention, and she looked up. Azazel stood there leaning on the door. He cannot imagine his doll going through something like it. “Is everything okay?” Athena closed the book, and Azazel unlatched himself from the door and strolled toward the bed. He snatched the book away from her hands, hooked his arms underneath her knees, and gently put her on the bed, making her lie down.

“Now listen, girl. You have to realize that you have opened a whole lot of darkness, by falling in love with a fallen angel like Azrael.” “He isn’t a fallen angel, Grandmother Willow.” Ava turned towards her with a glare within her eyes. Something that the spirit was glad to see, other than the pain. “He is the Angel of Death, not a fallen angel. He was a given a job to collect souls for God.”

“You actually thought this through, huh? A secret rooftop garden and a hidden library… You’re more sentimental than you let on, Azrael.” He smirked faintly, but there was no teasing in his eyes. “Don’t spread that around. I’ve got a reputation to keep.” I studied him for a moment, then looked away before my heart betrayed me. A library. Pictures. Happy memories this place barely let us hold onto. It was perfect. “You’ll handle the books then?” I asked, keeping my voice steady. Azrael nodded. “I know his favorites. The ones he rereads until the pages wear thin. I’ll track down copies of those.”