Azriel Acotar Novels & Stories

I choked. Nico sucked on his thumb. "My name is Nicola Alecc Lionelli-Montefiore Rivera." He said proudly. "It is nice to meet you, Ijjy." It was adorable how he could say his name so perfectly, but had problem saying mine. I smiled down at him. "It is nice to meet you too, Nicola." He grinned at me, then at Mariano and went with Meela to what I supposed was his room. I didn't have it in me to look at Mariano. His hands fisted in my hair, and he turned my head sideways to make me look at him.

I smiled. “Thank you,” he forced a smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “After Allen became one of the most powerful people in The Rodriguez's group, he became untouchable, I became one of the richest persons in the world, yet I still can't get revenge, do you know why?” Micheal said nothing, his brows forming a knot. “He has The Rodriguez's group protecting him, so I can't harm him physically, I can only fight to take the group away from him, but I can't do that alone.”

Before I got too far, the apartment door opened, and someone yanked me inside with a hand over my mouth so I couldn’t even yelp. I shrugged off my would-be abductor and spun around to see an amused Azriel Delaney. He’s nearly identical to Colby and Darren, apart from having lighter-colored hair. He and Colby have very similar jokester personalities, while Darren is all business, making telling them all apart easy even without scent. ‘Will ya knock it off?’ I sighed in the pack link. ‘Sorry about that. I couldn’t scent you, so I didn’t know who tried to open then started to walk away. That scent-hiding shit your pack uses works.’ Azriel laughed in the link.

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"

"You were completely right to slap me. I was acting like a fool. I should be focusing entirely on our mission to liberate this land instead of chasing old feelings that are long gone. You love Dorian, and I need to respect that. I am here to help you fight for our people, nothing else." Before I could reply to his apology, heavy footsteps thudded against the wooden floorboards at the far end of the hallway. Elder Robert stepped into the corridor, accompanied by a tall, heavily built man dressed in dark tactical armor. The man had sharp grey eyes, a long scar across his left cheek, and two heavy pistols strapped to his chest. This was Azrael, a former elite army commander for the Moonstone pa

Xavier: When she first mentioned the name, something in me went still. “Lorenzo D’Amaris,” Valerie said with a small, almost relieved smile, setting the file on the desk. “He’s interested in investing in the new firm. It’s all legitimate, I checked everything twice. He seems professional. I am still checking things out, but the idea of someone wanting to invest is making me happy.” I forced my expression to stay neutral even as my instincts sharpened. “D’Amaris?” I repeated, slowly. “Where’s he from?”

I gave myself to him, maybe because I am falling for him, or perhaps I had already fallen for him- the Sartorian Mafia Boss named Azrael Sartori. End of POV:- ... Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

A sign that Azrael can leave. While driving he thought of saying hello to his girlfriend. Akira Cruz, a bank teller assigned to Makati. Unbeknownst to Akira, Azrael is a Product supervisor in a company in Taguig so Azrael always has an out-of-town walk. He had no idea that Azrael was a feared assassin. “Babe, where are you? Can I see you?" “Of course, babe. I'm already at home, did you just come home? Maybe you're tired,” Akira replied quickly.

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”