The Of Azrael Novels & Stories

Azrael said slowly, looking deep into my eyes with his crimson gaze. Pre-cum leaked in thick, slow strings from the head of my cock, stretching toward the floor before dropping in slow plips. Our scents mixed in the air, assaulting my nose and overwhelming my senses further. Azrael, the eldest, stood close to me, his midnight-black hair and his framed face like an ancient Greek god, and his sweet, velvet voice wrapped around me like smoke. Azrael dragged his thick finger in slow, maddening circles around the tip of my cock, pressing slightly into the small opening.

"Who... who were those people? How did they know you? What did that man mean by a cure?" Azriel turned around slowly, the darkness in his brown eyes fading as he cupped my shoulders, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles against my skin. "It’s nothing you need to worry about, Seraphina," he said. He didn't sound convincing. "Just ghosts. People from a past that should have stayed dead." He looked back over his shoulder toward the path we had taken. "We’ve been out here for too long. Let's stop here for today. We'll go back to the hideout and wait until tomorrow, and then I'll figure out something else. Sniffing the lab out won't work."

Yet, they aroused a feeling of a dark, untenable evil, death, and an infinitely boundless abyss of savagery. Once he was out of the pool of blood, the Bloody Red Humanoid Figure levorotated it's neck twice, before it spoke, "I've been in this hell of a place for so long, thanks to this blood offering I'm finally revived. Hump! you Lords Of The Skies, just you wait for me. I'm going to be the end of your race and the doom of your descendants." From the way it spoke and the emotion reflected in his voice and face, it was clear he had an intense hatred for the one's it called 'Lords of The sky'.

The place Azrael was in was specifically for guests who are waiting to be accommodated, thus, resembling a living room, with couches and chairs. His eyes soon darkened upon gazing towards Elizabeth. This scoundrel…

Even though we're not related but I feel a very deep connection with him and I don't know why, he once mentioned that I remind him of Sienna. Since I opened my eyes ten years ago and glared at him I felt a connection. He's the only person close to me right now and I'm not losing him even if I have to die doing so but I'm not dying right now, I have a mission to complete. I'm going for them, I'm going to be their worst nightmare. The queen of terror. They call me, Amphitrite the dark angel.

Beads of sweat trickled down my brow, my body poised for one final leap, one final surge of energy that would carry me away from this wretched room and the clutches of Azrael who sought to possess me. But just as victory seemed within reach, Azrael's voice cut through the tension, his words laced with a sinister undertone. "I have restrained myself for far too long, Alyssa," he sneered, his voice echoing in the dimly lit chamber. "But no more. Your resistance only fuels my anger." My eyes widened with a mix of fear and anger. How could love, if that's what he claimed, manifest in such a twisted manner? I had seen glimpses of Azrael's affection over my time here, but they were entangled with

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.

Asael saw Ezrene turning around and looking upward at the sky for a moment before she slowly closed her eyes and opened her eyes wide. “I wish for Asael's every pain to end and no one and nothing would ever hurt him again,” she mouthed her words which echoed loudly but her words made Asael got completely lost in her because after a very long time, he was witnessing someone praying for him and his well being and wasn't it the most beautiful feeling in this world to see your blessing praying for your happiness?

She was blessed by the god of thunder that no any Angle could not kill her. So she became very terrible.The whole world was in the face of destruction then. We have no idea how to stop her. Suddenly one day in one of our old books we find a way to kill Kair. A holy woman. Who is the apple of a thousand people's eyes. Who is the first queen of her kingdom. Who can kill the Kair. Her name was Liana. And after her you can kill Kair. But your life is at risk. Then the full moon rose across the sky. And as the light of the full moon falls on Arin's body and his thousands wings spread from his back.His wings covered the full moon. Arin come to his true form, an angel form.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.