The Of Azrael Novels & Stories

The mention of Ezekiel’s name sent a sharp jolt through my chest, stronger than any of the lingering physical pain. I gripped the edge of the dresser to keep my balance, my knuckles turning white. "Ezekiel?" I whispered, my voice trembling. "Is he okay?" Asher leaned against the doorframe, his eyes sparkling with that usual mischievous glint, though his expression softened when he saw how desperate I was. "He’s alive, Ariana. Angry, brooding, and currently trying to kick down the walls of his cell, but alive. He felt your shift. Even through the dampening spells in the dungeon, he felt you."

Chapter 36- The Haunting Ghost. AURELIA POV I was in trouble. Deep, serious trouble. The kind of trouble that couldn’t be fixed with moon bathing, therapy, or an emergency tub of ice cream. Because somehow, Azrael Fucking Zephyros was pushed front and center into my world and was slowly tipping my whole life off its orbit. The man was everywhere. By everywhere, I mean, EVERYWHERE. I would look up, and he would be right there, clad in a black suit and parading down the corridors like he owned the world. Technically, he did. But fuck.

They were magnificent terrors, each more alluring and dangerous than the last. Azrael, the eldest Prince of Wrath, stepped forward first. Towering over seven feet with obsidian skin that gleamed like polished night, massive curved horns crowning his head, and molten gold eyes that pierced straight through my soul. His muscular physique was barely restrained by straps of dark leather and chains that accentuated every ridge of his powerful chest and arms. “A bold little mortal,” he rumbled, his voice a deep caress that vibrated through my core. His gaze swept over me slowly, lingering on the swell of my breasts, the curve of my hips, the way my robes clung to my thick thighs. “And what a delic

Azrael said in a trembling voice as his eyes were wild in rage, "She was crying for me; I know it. I felt it in my bones, in my blood! And they dared... they dared to touch her? My Zafira. My mate. My queen. My child! I’ll tear their world apart. I’ll carve their names into the stones of hell before I let them breathe another second of peace. She’s mine! And whoever tried to take her... they’ve already written their death sentence. I’m not coming to rescue her. I’m coming to ruin them" .... Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

Rylan's sneer was venomous as he stepped forward. "This ends tonight." I drew my blade. "We decide that." The air was electric. Rylan raised his hand. Out of the darkness stepped Azrael — a giant form cloaked in shadow and power, eyes burning with ancient fire. Rylan's smile widened. "Meet the real storm at my command." Fear twisted in my stomach. Azrael's gaze locked with mine — centuries of fury and black magic seething within. The war was no longer steel and blood. It was destiny.

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"Remember the book about the orbs? The one we are trying to achieve is the purple orb also known as Murasaki. It says that it only appears when the night sky is awake." "I feel chills already," Selena mumbled, rubbing both of her arms. Slowly, Kitto closed his hand. No wonder why the Angel had appeared before him. He is warned that this orb is his to defeat. Apologizing to Arwha will have to wait until they get the orb. Menna was tip toeing, trying to reach a flower of the purple robe black locust tree when she saw how the sky was clear blue today. No big cotton clouds that she enjoys. She stopped reaching and smiled cutely.

♱ • 1750 B.C • ♱ Unfortunately things seemed to make more and more sense, as if one little piece could finally fit the other and all I had left was a damn puzzle practically complete. In the end I had not left so much time to think, after all if Azrael really was a traitor, he would act again. If he were really serving his God - he would try to bring Elaine to the third territory.

This baby has no soul; it is cursed to be Azrael’s human body by Satan. Azrael was currently running on the roofs of the houses in the spirit world, the replica of the human world but this place was only covered with blue and gray color. She spread her black wings then flew through the top of their mansion. After reaching this destination, she sat down at the top of their roof where her room is near. She returned back as a human and the place suddenly turned into a colorful world. She’s now back to being a human that lives in the land of the living.

Wet soil with a sugary undertone that was a bit too sweet. Only after the throb in my head faded did I realize I never told him my name. “Who was that?” I looked over at Azrael, whose hands were stiff at his sides. His reluctance was clear, but I wasn’t having any of it. “You know I’ll find out on my own. Just tell me, please.” There was a weight to his stare that had me shuddering. Was Azrael nervous? “That was Sephtis, the god of death.”