Azriel Acotar Novels & Stories

Mj grabbed the now half empty bottle and poured once more, “to Julie'' she said and raised her glass but this time Azreal grabbed his glass and poured the lush drink onto the floor between them, Mj raised her eyebrow and drained her glass “want to talk about it,” she mumbled through her glass and Azreal chuckled. “I tried to choke the life from you not too long ago and you want to play therapist?” Mj laughed and raised the bottle, Azreal gave her a curt nod and placed his glass on the table for her to fill. After once more ritualistically filling their glasses Azreal sat back in his chair and crossed one of his ankles over his knee, taking a deep breath “Julie and I were sleeping together

I felt exasperated and hopeless. "It is quite a good move to cut it, Since males will swarm on you non-stop if they know that you are a female," Aja said while smiling at me kindly. "It is. Truthfully. By the way. We initially wanted to seek information about the Immortals. Specifically, the god named Sephtis and the twin goddesses named Ayla and Arie. Do you happen to know who they are?" Lowell asked politely while getting straight to the point.

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo. “On my mark, we are going to leave…”

- Azriel - Chasing Lucifer had exhausted many of the angel troops. Azriel expected difficulties with Lucifer and thought of every sacrifice as necessary. 'Killing our kind is a specialty of yours. Soon though, soon you'll feel the same despair we did.' Azriel had setup plans with Cytus prior. He knew the parasite would attempt to go after Lucifer directly, so he made sure to correct the potential mistake. "Go to the highest roof you can. You'll be more useful as a sniper." Azriel had said to Cytus.

“As it stands, you are the only thing standing in my way to becoming Luna.” Azriel turned around, fisting his hair like a crazed person. “Can you hear yourself? You are willing to give up your original mate to be someone’s second choice?” He asked in an incredulous tone. “I will not stand here and listen to your insults.” Athaliah raised her hand, and Azriel’s eyes widened. “I, Athaliah Hezron, Gamma of the BloodHound pack, reject you, Azriel Montreal... as my mate.” “Who do we have here?” A voice startled me. I jumped from the door - creating a noise.

His act didn't go unnoticed by Sienna. Another jolt of pain wracked her inside. Why did he have to humiliate her all the time? The bell rang. It was the time for training. Azriel was one of the trainers. Despite being only eighteen, the boy had outstanding combat skills. Valor ran in his veins and an insatiable hunger for conquest burned in his core. His obsession for power and supremacy had turned him into a competitive bastard. He could go to any length to win. The students were lined up in many rows.

Beneath their feet was polished stone, soft with age, etched with shallow spirals like water had once pooled there. In the center: a shallow black pool, still and unbroken. No reflection showed on its surface. Not of sky, not of flame, not even of themselves. Azriel stepped toward it, drawn not by curiosity—but recognition. He leaned over and looked. What stared back wasn’t him—but a version of himself carrying all seven flames. Not as weapons. Not as burdens. But as voices. His arms bore names. His eyes shimmered with threadlight and starlight and something more ancient than both.

Azriel's voice pierced through the silence. Violet broke eye contact with the stranger and followed Sean to their seats. Now that everyone was here, Azriel began. "He is Atlas, as you all already know," Azriel introduced the barbarian-looking man. Atlas gave a nod. Violet stared at him, searching his face for any trace of Chris. She couldn’t relate this towering, fearsome figure to the boy who had once come to her, desperate for nothing more than a roof over his head. Her head had started to hurt now. What sorcery was this? Literally.

Azariah proposed, cracking up at the name he just gave her like he was some fucking genius. "Lauren??" Rachel asked in confusion. "Oh catch up with me here, Araceli, you look like the Amy winehouse of fifth harmony when they were still fifth harmony at least," Azariah exclaimed dramatically. "Woah, Adding you actually listen to music, to people you didn't know Azariah Azariah Hosea did," Yandel commented sarcastically. "Look, watch your back, someone is controlling a bunch of puppets around you, don't lose focus alright," Azariah suddenly warned in a serious voice that just lasted a few seconds before he went back into cackling like a hyena.

Ezra, who was sitting beside me, got up from his chair and extended a hand to the Lycan, shaking it. “I believe that you of all people should be aware of my support for Mikhail.” Ezra answered, raising an eyebrow at Killian. “The main question is why are YOU here? I believe that you are a rival?” “Yes, I was a rival to Mikhail’s father, but that does not mean that I have to be toward his son. You know, a family rival can end somewhere, and I choose for it to end with his father.” Killian said, looking at Mikhail who frowned at the sight of the Lycan. Ezra put his hand on his chest, pushing him back.