Azriel Bonus Chapters Novels & Stories

“I’m so happy for you, Ari. You deserve to be happy. When you stand at your twin bitch’s wedding, I want you to smile wider. You won’t cry for that jerk again.” Thinking about Brian didn’t hurt as it did before. While it was too early to say where I stood with Orlando, I couldn’t help but bask in the attention he was showering me with. He was everything Brian wasn’t––simple truth. The more time I spent with Orlando, the more I realized what I had with Brian wasn’t what I’d have wanted in the long run. I’d have seen him for what he was and would’ve eventually left him. Perhaps broken beyond repair. I thanked my lucky stars now that it happened the way it had.

But Azrael was not one to be outmatched easily. With a wicked grin, Azrael roared, his voice filled with dark triumph. "You think unlocking another forbidden magic can save you? Think again, fools!" He raised his hands, his palms oozing with dark, forbidden magic blood. A malevolent energy crackled in the air as he directed his sinister powers toward Alyssa. She writhed in pain, her body convulsing uncontrollably. Her life force was being drained, and I could feel her slipping away from me.

- 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.

The angel didn’t owe me an ounce of loyalty. “We’re on our own,” I said into the bond. Beki gave me a grim nod. “Maybe Hades might want to open up negotiations?” She raised a paw to shrug. “What is this?” Azriel shrieked. My gaze darted to the side, but all I could see amid the sea of bleeding limbs were Azriel’s white wings, which were darkening to a slate gray that bordered on black. He spun around and rushed toward Hades. “What did you do to me?” his high-pitched voice rang through my ears.

Believe it or not, Athaliah was his mate, he was in his right to hate me for what I did. But he didn’t. I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. “That would only get you beat up, beta.” I flexed my muscles. “Do you want to get beaten?” I asked with a snide smirk. Azriel shrugged and looked at the people. “I never get beaten. I get even. You missed me by the hair the last time, I have come very far from what I used to be, Alpha.” “Are you challenging me to a duel?” I asked with a raised eyebrow, and the people’s roar became louder - So loud I could feed off their excitement. I wanted to do it.

Everything was happening too fast. Aria was halfway to Azrael now. Through our bond, she sent waves of love to both her mates, along with a sense of finality that made my blood run cold. The memory of losing her mother played again — the pain, the emptiness, the years of wondering. She wouldn't let that happen again, no matter the cost. “Such devotion,” Azrael purred. “Coming to trade your life for mommy's? How predictable.” His free hand rose, dark energy gathering around his fingers. The corruption in his power had grown stronger since our last encounter. It felt like rotting flesh and fever-dreams, making several nearby warriors gag.

You're almost there! Keep on walking under the sun with undeniable pain and a weak body, it feels like an endless journey, and I have to endure it. I had a choice to give up or keep on moving, and I chose the latter. Finally, I reach the gate with its walls that are so great, tall, and mighty. Pat yourself, Zeiah! Good job! You did it! I paused and smiled bitterly when suddenly every single thing turned dark. I feel nothing, completely nothing. What's happening? What's wrong with me? I can't breathe, Mama!

I grit out in frustration. Azazel shakes his head and approaches the stone altar, resting his hands on it and looking beneath it. “Bloody hell!” He yells out in defeat as he kicks out at the altar. The stone cracks and breaks beneath his fingers, sending fragments of rubble flying all over the place. That’s when I see it. Moving forward, I grip Azazel’s swinging arm and wave at a broken piece. “Look!” I call out as I approach the broken slab and push a few pieces aside. Azazel squats beside me and reaches for the book hidden inside the opening. The book is old and ripped, but there’s no doubt that it’s the answer to our conundrum. Azazel opens the cover and turns a few pages. His face bright

( If u remember one bonus chapter is pending so that chapter will give details of their unprotected love making). ............. Aish ❣️.................

] [Possible Job: Carrier, Savior, Protector, Heart Filler] [CAN DICE: ACCEPTED] _______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchantrix Race! _______ ~END of CHAPTER TWELVE~