Azriel Acotar Novels & Stories

Silver hair pulled back in a neat ponytail. A face that might have been handsome if not for eyes that held all the warmth of winter ice. He stopped about fifty feet from the motel, studying the building with the careful assessment of someone who'd walked into ambushes before. "Aurelia Veythorne," he called out, his voice carrying clearly through the night air. "I am Azrael, Purifier of the Third Circle. I mean you no immediate harm. I simply wish to talk." I exchanged a glance with Zane. He shook his head fractionally. Don't respond.

Break the rules and we kill you, why sugarcoat it? Before Hexton can get another word out, one of the competitors steps forward, frantically unzipping the back of her bodysuit and pulling her headpiece off revealing her face to a shocked crowd. She’s new to The Tournament and goes by the codename Azrael, named after the Angel of Death because that is exactly what she is. She prefers to give people painless deaths, allowing them to just go peacefully in their sleep. I feel perhaps Hexton invited her this year just to shake things up. The fact she gives people such painless deaths indicates an amount of compassion many of us don’t possess, which doesn’t make her suited for this type of thing a

We laughed more every other days and have fun with Hailey at school. “I’ve never done these things before,” Angelo suddenly said while we are on the school building’s rooftop to see the golden sunset. The golden light seems like a phone filter touching our skin. Everything looks golden and beautiful, everything the sun’s light touches. “What things?” I asked and tried looking at him. He climbed up on the barrier that I almost freaked out. Gladly, I remembered he isn’t human. “Making fun of people,” he answered. Hailey copied him and sat on it raising both her feet playing with them.