Azriel Acotar Novels & Stories

My face fell, “But who are the others?” “There are three. You can save them all, but there will be a price.” I sighed, holding my head in my hands. “Who are they?” “My son will help you, he is a healer, as I am.” “Who are you?” The angel’s face lit up, a bright smile adorning his attractive features. The angel took his glasses off, revealing light-colored eyes. My mouth fell open, “I am the Arch Angel Raphael, but in my human form, you can call me Azarias, Az for short.”

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.

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.

“Ezra…” “It is about time that she trained. She shouldn’t have gone this far into interactions with those who want to kill her without the proper training and you know that very well.” The man, Ezra said, stopping Mario. Both he and Vieri took a step back, not saying a word before he walked toward Lea. I stood, despite my injured leg, wanting to push my mate behind me, and the man chuckled.

- 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.

The second Remnant dropped to one knee, shadows flickering with ancient regret. The third let out a sound that wasn’t rage, wasn’t sorrow—just longing. A deep ache that even gods could not name. Azriel rose to his feet. > “You weren’t exiled,” he said gently. “You hid. But the world remembered you—not to worship, but to heal.” He stepped forward, fearless, something divine and deeply human in his voice. > “You asked for a name. I gave you one. You asked for a witness. I became one.”

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.