Azriel Acotar Novels & Stories

That was when the back door swung open. Azriel walked in, his tank top plastered to his chest with sweat, his hair damp and pushed back from his forehead. He didn't look at me. He went straight to the refrigerator, pulled out a water bottle, and downed half of it in one go. I peeled my banana and pretended he was wallpaper. Then he set the bottle down, grabbed the back of his tank top and pulled it over his head, tossing it onto the counter. My throat went dry. With how he was dressed, my best guess would be that he just came back from a run.

Azrael held me upright, one arm wrapped around my waist as he continued the soul-searing kiss. They moved me to the ritual altar, laying me out like an offering. Azrael was the first to claim me fully, his enormous ridged cock pressing against my entrance before thrusting in deep. The stretch was overwhelming, burning pleasure as he filled me completely, his swelling base pressing against my walls. He fucked me with powerful, measured strokes while Thorne claimed my mouth and Vesper sucked on my breasts and teased my ass with talented fingers.

Azrael complained as I laughed before I handed him the shirt. “Don’t tell me our adventurous romantic is afraid of a little fun. Or are you afraid of losing?” I asked as Azrael snorted. “Bring it on shorty. It’d look bad on my perfect record if you slow me down with those short legs.” Azrael said, as he tapped my head before snatching his shirt. “I’m not short! I’m 5’10 and I’m proud of it! Asshole!” I shouted as Azrael raised the middle finger towards me before I laughed and the guests chuckled as well.

It was an easy, pleasant kind of evening—the kind where everything felt steady and secure. ‎Yet, no matter how bright the hall was, Kat found her eyes drifting occasionally toward the high balcony. ‎Azriel was up there. He stood near the shadowed corner by the timber railing, wearing a dark wool sweater with the sleeves pushed up to his forearms, a glass of dark amber whiskey resting in his large hand. He didn't come down to join the crowd, nor did he talk to anyone passing by. He simply leaned against the post like a quiet sentinel, framed against the dark woodwork of the upper floor.

Everything on me screamed EXPENSIVE. I was not used to this type of lifestyle, and I doubt I’d ever get used to it. Azriel had been spoiling me silly with new and expensive things every day since I had arrived. He had recently changed my phone to an iPhone 16 Pro Max. Crazy right? Suddenly the door swung open, I took a glimpse at who it was through the mirror and saw Azriel standing there, looking like a Greek god. He looked so handsome in his black suit, like a sculpture. His hair was well-styled and combed. His eyes were no longer hazel. Black eyes stared at me instead, and he inhaled deeply, a growl echoed in the room making my panties moist with desire.

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

King can be a fucking asshole sometimes, and when he's in control, no one really likes to deal with him, I at least thought his family meant something to him, but clearly, from tonight, it didn’t. “Why the fuck did you exile Ash? Why did you cut our link? She was my fucking Beta!” I can feel Ace push forward as I ask. The pain for both of us is unbearable. I know he has taken most of the hit and is just as angry and wound up about the whole thing as I am.

she said with a smile on her face. I drank some water and said "I'll be retiring to my room now to get some rest. You should too as mom said she'll be a little late today" with that I retreated to my room. I checked my phone and saw that Sade had send info on her son whose name I remember was Daniel Johnson and his fiancee Lola Ogunnupebi. I checked it and quickly transfer it to my laptop. It reads: Daniel likes going to 'The pineapple beach' right after Suzy's pizza place. No. 24, Villa's street. He's attracted to vulnerable girls.

" I heard someone call from behind me and I turned around to see a beaming Azriel. " Hello nugget" he said to cade as he picked him up. " Azriel! You promised to buy me that game console" cade said, pouting his mouth. " It's all your dad's fault. He never paid me." Azriel said, pointing to aloha Lloyd who just rolled his eyes. " It's good to see you again Veronica" azriel said as he dropped cade. " You too. I was beginning to think I would never see you again" I said to him.

They still seemed interested in me… but what if— My eyes shifted to Axel. “And if Liam lets go, what will happen to me? You already have a mate anyway,” I said, rolling my eyes against my will and displaying my jealousy. “We don’t have a mate,” Azriel’s voice cut in sharply. My breath caught as I turned my gaze toward him. He slowly got to his feet. His black long sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing those strong arms. My eyes flicked to his fingers. Those thick fingers had been thrusting deep into my wet core last night. The memory sent a shiver down my spine, pushing more heat between my thighs.