The Of Azrael Novels & Stories

I can tell by the expression on her face that the truth of her new reality is finally dawning on her. Zoe must hear the panicked tone in her friend's voice because she wraps her arm around her shoulder and calmly replies. “Listen, Bree, what I was saying is the truth; Azazel is a demon, Lucifer is the devil and Fallon... well... Fallon is also supernatural. They're here because they're trying to stop Marina, aka Marael and Sahara, from bringing hell on earth. Sahara and Marael have been keeping you and me stationary until they can use us for their spell.”

Raphael half-joked. "I know what you mean," I said plainly. "Auzzy," Raphael announced, "how nice of you to come back so soon." Archangel Azrael, the collector of souls for Father— God's helper, appeared onto us. "This could have been precluded." He lifted his red shroud, letting soul particles escape into Raphael's mortar. He then gave Raphael his palm to incise, quickly and painlessly letting his blood drop into the mortar. "I won't do this again," he stated. "No matter how much Father loves us. There has to be some order, brother."

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.

Auntie Skyler begins, her voice cautious yet welcoming, “this is Azrael. They have come seeking your aid.” Azrael steps forward, the shadows swirling around them as they finally lower their hood. A face both ancient and ageless gazes upon me, eyes filled with wisdom that seems to pierce straight through to my soul. I feel a jolt of recognition deep within me, as if some long-forgotten memory stirs at the sight of this enigmatic stranger. “Savage,” Azrael speaks, their voice a melodic blend of whispers and echoes, “the time has come for you to fulfill your destiny. The realms are in peril, and only you possess the power to set things right.”

It wasn’t a matter of opinion, he simply was a beautiful man—or creature. “Why are you showing yourself to us?” Darren positioned himself more in front of me as he challenged Azrael. However, if he was who he said he was, this would mean he was powerful. Some call him an angel, while others say he’s a demon, and then you have those who say he’s a god. In any case, everyone knew he was strong and responsible for guiding souls. “You’re the one who interrupted me. I’m here to collect a soul, and you’re here to take the person. Quite the dilemma.”

The smoke from the light beam cleared, and for a heartbeat, I thought it was over But then, a low, guttural growl rose from the shadows of the darkened cave. Azrael crawled out of the crater my light had made. His skin was charred and peeling, and one of his massive wings hung limp and broken at his side, but his eyes were glowing with a terrifying, murderous purple flame. He wasn't dead. If anything, the pain had made him faster and more dangerous.

I clung to his neck, face buried against his warm obsidian skin, breathing in that intoxicating scent of smoke, sex, and pure corruption. “I am yours,” I whispered against his throat, voice hoarse from screaming. “Completely. I do not want my old life anymore. Just this. Just you filling me forever.” Azrael’s golden eyes glowed with dark triumph as he carried me through a massive obsidian archway into what looked like his personal chamber. The room was enormous. Chains dangled from the ceiling. Altars and cushions covered the floor. The air was thick and humid, carrying the constant scent of sex and brimstone.

She stared into the mirror, her reflection showing a woman who no longer existed — eyes hollow, body covered in faint bruises and bite marks from weeks of nightly violations. Azrael materialized behind her in the reflection. His true demonic form was magnificent and terrifying: over seven feet tall, powerfully muscled, skin like polished obsidian marble, long obsidian horns curling back from his forehead, and eyes blazing with intense crimson fire. His massive cock hung heavy and thick between his muscular thighs, already twitching with anticipation. “The time has come, my precious broken slut,” he rumbled, his voice vibrating through her body like thunder. “You have served well. Tonight, I

ACE I stared out into the night feeling a phantom chill race down my spine. My leather-clad hands were stuffed in the pockets of the black trench coat I wore. The sky was dark — not a cloud or star in sight but what else could I expect when I was standing in a city like this? The moon shone its silver rays upon us but even that was murky, the light being drowned out by the city lights that would have held a certain type of magic to it if it weren't something I saw every bitter day of my life.

“Well. You see… We were thinking that... maybe you would like to let the twins in the shadow realm, to live with Uriel, since you won't be able to look after them and concentrate on the war at the same time. I mean, we know that you care about them, but you will only put yourself in danger if you'll take them with you to Hell. Better said, you'll only end up putting them in danger, since you know how to take care of yourself.” “It's alright Emily, it has already crossed my mind to let them live with either Uriel or Azrael. Though, letting them live with Uriel, might be a better idea since the circles respect him a bit more than Azrael.” “Yup, but I wonder why?” “Because, Azraels wings are bl