The Book Of Azrael Pdf Novels & Stories

I pushed the door open and we both stepped in finding Azrael on the floor, growling in pain, his claws digging into his skin as he clawed at his chest. There's blood everywhere. The floor, his face, his body. My heart sank to my stomach. Caspian approached the raging beast, cautiously but deliberately He's half-shited—no, he's switching from human to half-beast to human again. This is not good. “Check the drawer in his closet, you'll find the sacred chains!” Caspian barked. “Get it!” Azrael had gone from growling to full-on roaring now. I quickly moved in search of the chains as I could overhear Caspian trying to handle them.

” 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.

His eyes turned red as he stepped forward, and raised his hand out towards Jace. He turned Jace's face with his left hand and brought the fingers of his right hand to the center of Jace's forehead. "Go to sleep, Jace. Sleep now, everything is okay... Sleep!" Azrael said. His voice seemed to echo and repeat itself over and over as it became more distant and far away. Jace's eyes became heavy, and his loud cries turned to little hiccups as his eyes slowly closed.

"The only reason we kept her alive was so she could convince you to trust us." He looked at me with a satisfied smile. "She already handed over the spell book we needed. It was the key to finding our clan. Now that we have it, both of you are completely useless to us." Before I could respond, loud noises echoed from downstairs, voices and footsteps. Azrael is here, my heart skipped a beat. I could feel his presence, Kael heard it too. "Rot in hell," he said, raising the gun and aiming it at me again. I slowly closed my eyes. Click but nothing happened. When I opened my eyes again, Kael frowned before letting out a mocking laugh.

"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.

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.

But somewhere beneath the earth, beneath reality itself something moved. Waking. Rising. Answering. My breath caught painfully in my throat. No. The word barely escaped me. Beside me, Azrael was already back on his feet, blood dripping from the cut at his temple as his eyes scanned the shadows. His body radiated lethal focus, every muscle tense and prepared for another attack. That wasn’t alone, he said. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay steady while the pressure inside my chest intensified. No, I whispered. That was a signal.

It seems that only an angel can kill another angel. Then I happened to stumble upon an ancient text that had many loose, recent extracts tucked into the back, about The Daemonium. 1254 years old. Dargan Chernobog chosen by The God of Hell to rule over all the evils of the world at the age of only 14. The newer pages were left by an angel in training, Azazel. Brought into the mansion at 16, he uncovered all of The Daemonium’s plans to… “Miss Ashyver.” A female voice breaks me from my reading. “There is a ball being hosted this evening and The Daemonium requests you to begin preparations. He will present you to the society this evening.”

"Who are you?" "I am the First." "The first what?" "The first Crimson Priestess." My knees nearly buckled. "You carry both bloodlines." "I don't understand." "You will." She lifted her hand. Behind her... The mountain split open. An enormous underground kingdom stretched farther than I could see. Thousands of wolves. Ancient temples. Crystal rivers. Libraries. Gardens growing beneath glowing stones. "This kingdom sleeps." "What kingdom?" "It waits for you." The woman touched my forehead. "When your mate remembers..."