The Of Azrael Novels & Stories

Lila followed the ritual exactly — black candles, fresh blood from her palm, the ancient words spoken at midnight under a blood moon. The air grew thick and hot. The candles flared unnaturally high. Then the shadows in the room coalesced into something massive. He stepped out of the darkness like he owned it. Azrael was beautiful in the most terrifying way. Towering over seven feet tall, with obsidian skin that seemed to drink in light, glowing crimson eyes, and a muscular body carved from pure sin. Horns curved back from his head, and massive black wings were folded behind him. His presence filled the room with raw, ancient power.

Reincarnated, he possessed greater transcendent potential, now fused with this miraculous artifact. The Eye of Aslant, originally the Eye of Insight, was a sacred relic of the Aslant Civilization, a once high-tier Astral-level civilization. Its destruction during the war with the Fulgor Civilization had astonished all. “Who would have thought an artifact deemed indestructible could fail at the hands of a fragile one like me?” Logo mused wryly. Miraculous artifacts, born from the rules of the Astral Realm, carried immense, often incomprehensible powers—Time White Feather, Chaos Stele, Elemental Furnace, Death Note—renowned across the realm.

“The Book of Kings.” Azazel nods, “At first, we weren’t sure what we’d find. Because not only is it in Latin, but the scriptures are quite involved.” He scrolls through the book and opens it to a specific page. “Then we saw this, Pestifer Mundi, the destroyer of worlds. At first, it discusses the plagues, but as we continued to read, we found information about Lana.”

Including that accident. "Well, allow me to introduce myself once again to clarify everything. My name is Anda Lapit, and I am the Goddess of Judgment. I'm here to guide and, of course, judge you all in this ritual. So from now on, please listen to my instructions carefully." The goddess paused and laughed. "By the way, to every confused soul here, please don't be shocked." When the people below heard the word 'soul', their faces darkened. They thought of a painful possibility but they immediately furiously shake off that idea.

“Or was she just caught between two monsters?” My chest clenched. I didn’t answer. Because I didn’t know anymore who the monster was. ---- An hour later, I felt her. The shadows shifted. The air chilled. And from the treeline stepped Lilith’s executioner - Azrael. Not a man. Not a wolf. Something… in between. His eyes were solid black. No whites. No soul. “You stole from our Queen,” he hissed. I stood and rolled my shoulders. “I’m owed more than she ever gave me.”

I was eating toast at my father's kitchen island at 7am, thinking about this, when I decided I was done sitting still. The toast went in the bin. I got dressed. I grabbed my jacket, the one with the rosary still in the pocket, and I left before anyone in the house was awake enough to have opinions about it. --- Here was what I knew. Azrael had operated in New York before Sicily. He'd had contacts here — people who moved in the specific gray area between legitimate business and the kind of business that didn't get discussed at dinner parties. The kind of people who knew things. The kind of people who, if you approached correctly and didn't look like law enforcement, might tell you some of tho

He turned around and got into his car, I was left with a frown, I don't like puns, I don't like having to decipher what other people are saying, it feels like a damn maze where it's hard to escape, I inhaled and exhaled, and continued. When I was about to cross, I didn't know about me, everything went black, everything ceased to exist...but what the fuck just happened to me? AZAEL BLACKWELL. The plan came out much more hurriedly than I had planned, my anxiety shot from a ten to a thousand, and I couldn't stand the pressure of having her away from my arms, and now that I see her there unconscious on the plane seat, it all seems so damn crazy.

high, I see don't get what he means by high, but whatever he says, I know I need to follow him. "and pls cover-up," he throws cloth at me, he must be very nice, I smile as I put on the clothes "that is a beautiful necklace," he say, I look down my naked, I didn't notice it, Alba has given me this necklace, the pendant is white crystal, is a holy necklace, the pendant will get black if I indulge in any evil things of the world, example, killing, sexual intercourse with human and many more, and if the pendant turns black it means, I'm a fallen angel and I will never be able to return to heaven, I shirk at the thought of it.

Azrael’s trolled carelessly towards the bed, looking at the camera. “My sweet, sweet Grace.” He said smiling cruelly. She stared at the camera, the Nile rising in her throat. She hadn’t been harmed yet–but she was soon going to. Men like Azrael were indifferent. He didn’t have any social conscience, he never played by the rules.

But for Andra, knowing that every monsters in their worst nightmares exist in reality is freaking her out. "Wait, what are these?" Ethan asked out nowhere. "Here, look." Barry looked the page he showed him. "Oh, those are the furies. Nasty creatures that comes after those who got away from justice. Contrary to public knowledge, furies needs to be summoned. They can't just hunt down human and kill them. Thousands of years ago, Olympian gods and goddesses used furies as their messenger of justice. Once a human was deemed guilty in the eyes if the gods and goddesses, furies can kill that Hunan freely. Until their connection to the gods became stronger that they no longer need the gods to kill h