The Of Azrael Novels & Stories

“Yeah” “That’s rather unfortunate, giving how much hatred I have in my heart for you. This is a huge mistake and I will die before I accept you as my mate with and Luna. Cassie, I Alpha Elijah, reject you as my mate and future Luna. I would never get involved with the daughter of my enemy , so you are free to go out there and find love and protection in some other man’s arms, because you will never find it in mind. Stay clear of my part if you want to stay alive.” “But… Alpha Elijah. You can’t do this” She cries.

” 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

His fingers wrap around mine, his grip tight before he yanks me towards him. “Azriel-” “Do not speak another word if you want your soul to be inside that body of yours,” Azriel warns, his voice sounds gravelly, however, the fury in his voice is evident. Instead of walking towards the door that leads to the hall, he tugs me forward in the opposite direction. My heart thunders in my chest as he rounds the building and walks straight towards the forest that now looks nothing but menacing at this time of the evening – inky black and foreboding.

Elira and Theron stood on opposite sides of the vale, forming a ring of star-magic and shadow. Kael held Selene steady, even as her fingers bled silver sparks. She whispered his name, just once. And then—he stepped back. --- The wind howled. The ground shimmered. And from the crack in the vale— He stepped through. Azrael. Still wearing his old silver cloak. Still tall, still too beautiful. But changed. His eyes no longer held cruelty. Only remorse. And a deep, humming sorrow. --- Selene’s voice was barely audible. “You’re late.”

His golden eyes flickered with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, haunted by the weight of the choices he had made. Their pace slowed as they reached a secluded corner of the library, bathed in the soft glow of a stained-glass window depicting a scene of heavenly harmony. Azrael halted, a distant look in his eyes as he recalled his first encounter with Azazel. The sheer intensity of his emotions reverberated throughout his body, causing his wings to tremble slightly, their normally pristine white feathers now graced with crimson streaks—a testament to the turmoil that love had ignited within him.

"Azrael... His name is Azrael," "Azrael?" Maze walks in front of me and observes my face with wide, curious eyes. "So he is an angel then?" I stare at her. "How do you know that?!" Maze shrugs. "Everyone knows Azrael is the angel of death, which is kinda suiting because everyone knows what will happen if you fall in love with an angel," Anxiety washes over me. "That's why I'm trying to forget about the guy," Maze grins in her cheerful way. "Azrael is known for being a player; my mother talked about him the other day, complaining she is losing workers to the parasite. He lives in a castle down south, and apparently, he is hiring maids,"

“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.”

She clearly needed reassurance that things were going okay. “The demon here is called Azrael and he is contracted with Beckah Griffen” he said to her. “Why?” Clara said quietly. Caiden processed Azrael’s use of the word ‘fruitful’. It seemed like Azrael might have made a contract with Beckah that involved the souls of other people. Caiden could not call his contract with Clara fruitful because he would only be receiving her soul.

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 felt like a prophecy waking up. With a final glance at the burning bodies, Azriel turned away from the border. His wolf, Jax, growled inside him, restless and protective. Jax hated the idea that someone out there wanted Paige gone. And now that she was pregnant, carrying their twins, Jax was even more sensitive. Azriel walked fast, almost too fast, leaving Trevor and Elijah behind as he mind-linked the guards around the palace to tighten security. He didn’t want Paige seeing him like this, covered in blood, smelling like death, head filled with fear he didn’t want to admit out loud.