Novel & Cerita Azriel Bonus Chapter

Zen remarked. "Set them free," Azriel stated. "I'll give them back to you, just not alive," Zen replied, voice calm and steady. A deadly expression set across Zen's face, his eyes darkened. "You will die," he hissed dangerously. "I am already dead," Zen replied. His curse had become his greatest shield. Azriel shifted into his wolf form and attacked him. He couldn't kill him, but he could certainly stall him until they found Sean and Violet. No matter how many times he severed his head from his body. Zen would revive again and again. Irritation gripped Azriel, but still, he pressed on, refusing to let irritation break his focus.

“But giving you even that much time to live is way too good for you. Not after how much you’ve taken away from so many others. Whatever punishment we give you wouldn’t come close to making things right. “And worse, you’d probably find your way back. Your benefactor could easily restore your body, your ledger, your ships, your people. You’d be back eventually, stronger than ever. And you’d happily do what you’re best at - destroying people’s lives for no reason at all.” That Idiot’s face froze in shock the moment Azrael mentioned his Benefactor. He was absolutely certain that their special connection was secret. He or she had promised him as much, but it was clear that things weren’t as secur

Chapter 36- The Haunting Ghost. AURELIA POV I was in trouble. Deep, serious trouble. The kind of trouble that couldn’t be fixed with moon bathing, therapy, or an emergency tub of ice cream. Because somehow, Azrael Fucking Zephyros was pushed front and center into my world and was slowly tipping my whole life off its orbit. The man was everywhere. By everywhere, I mean, EVERYWHERE. I would look up, and he would be right there, clad in a black suit and parading down the corridors like he owned the world. Technically, he did. But fuck.

I scoff, “get real.” “You are his bonetta, and the same rules for mated souls don't exactly apply to you. If you eat from his heart, you will gain his Alpha title, his strength, and foresight. The shift of power usually only happens one way if you are not born an alpha, and that is if a male kills an alpha, stealing his title.” He lifts his gaze to meet mine. “In my hands, I hold eight generations of royal strength and gifts. I know in my twin-hearts that Zion is still hanging on with his singular heart keeping him alive. Most species don't know that we possess twin-hearts and Zion is a healer. If he has enough strength, he will be able to rejuvenate his twin-hearts."

“Ezra…” “I will be backing you up till the end, neonata, and I will fight my life for you to get to the end of this. But what I also want you to know is that I believe in you, baby girl, and I know that you would be able to do it.” He said, making my heart skip a beat. He ran his fingers over my hand gently, I looked down at the blade as I wrapped my hand around it, holding it tightly as I let his words sink in my head. The Dragon’s Eye opened, glowing as my eyes met the eye. A low surge of power rose in my hand and the same blue lines that formed on the blade formed on my hand, making my heart race.

“Book a place for us. You know what to do, and write a note, send it to my phone. While I’m at the date. I shouldn’t be telling you this. Get prepared. We need Zara on our side.” “To get revenge on Lord Gilbert.” “Exactly.” “We need her also for the election.” “Now get to work.” He bows. “But, I’ve something else to say.” “What do you have to say, just say it.” He said he wasn’t gonna give him chance but, Aziel was someone he couldn’t resist. Whatever magic he was using seems to be working quite well for him. “I think you should give her some food and clothes.” “Why?” “Because she’s different, you know that too. She shouldn’t be hurt this much. She’s weak.”

Evelyn looked up, blood soaking her face. “You’re no longer Alaric.” “No,” he smiled. “I am the perfect fusion of both worlds. The god you are unworthy to comprehend. Azrael has returned — and your blood, Evelyn, will complete the ritual.” The ground shook. From the ship’s hull, thousands of black-blood energy lances rained down. The entire Abyss District drowned in crimson fire. Lucien shielded her, slammed into the stone wall, his glowing blood spraying in droplets. Evelyn lunged toward him, but he seized her wrist.

“That's not—” “When the mate bond between you and Izan dies, he will not be able to access the power he needs,” said Azael. “That is why you must blossom.” “Blossom?” I asked fearfully. “What does that mean?” “You have to awaken your divine power,” Azael said. “You have to become an angel, Selene. The Goddess gave you that blessing, a unique opportunity that no one in my lineage has ever had before, something that you will finally awaken, but the power sprouts after awakening. You must awaken.”

“You show up, get me off, vanish. I’m starting to feel like a booty call.” There was a silence that followed, thick with tension. And then, right in front of me, the shadows folded inward and he emerged from them. And he was fully formed. Not smoke or half formed this time. Azariel stood in the middle of my tiny living room, impossibly tall, broad-shouldered, all heat and menace and perfectly carved body. His skin glowed faintly, like dying embers of flame. Horns curved back from his forehead. His eyes were molten. Not red but deeper. Like lava under glass.

And in that split second of devastation and distraction, he had been wounded almost fatally. Azriel was by my side in an instant, his one good hand wrapping around my trembling shoulders, holding me close. His touch sent a wave of warmth through me, the raw and undimming mating bond settling into my bones, my soul, my entire being. But I couldn’t look away from Beta Homer. Perhaps this is his repentance from his past mistakes: helping the Alpha and Luna of the Moonborn Pack in a battle against the Rogues. Sorrowful tears streaked my face. But they were no longer just for me and Azriel.