Azriel Fancast Novels & Stories

- The sound of his voice is interrupted by a black screen indicating that the television has been turned off. Azael Grimm Yes of course. More like Azael Volkov. That apart from being a boxer, he's a phony, an idiot, a demon, he's a ... Deep breath. I have been in shock. I don't know how to react to this. I've been avoiding thinking about him for four months and now suddenly I see him on one of the most important television networks, winning a trophy and without a shirt. Is he supposed to be famous again now? Wasn't he supposed to walk away from all that because it didn't suit him?

I say tersely, "you work for Asher, don't you?" He doesn't reply for a while, instead looking off through the window to the road. There are no other cars on the road at this time of the morning, which only makes the situation more eerie. Aspen seems to be feeling it as much as I am right now, by the way he sites close to me, as if being separated right now would surely bring him death. "Not anymore," he replies. "Honestly. My work was once a year, however, Shanae killed me after you, and in return for helping you, Asher had me brought back as myself again. As an immortal."

He groaned, licking his lips and sucking his teeth. “Elijah never knows when to stop, does he? It's sad that I'll have to send your body back to him. Again.” Without hesitation, Azriel sprang into action, his movements fluid and precise. He grabbed the vampire and punched him right in the face, a tortured scream ripped out of his lips as I heard a sickening crack. Azriel fought with an intensity that left me breathless, each strike calculated and efficient. It was as if he were a different person, a warrior protecting what was his. I realized then that there was so much more to him than met the eye, a depth of strength and determination I had underestimated.

Zion knew he didn't have the strength to carry on much of a conversation, so he thought it was best to have Azrael talk. "He's absolutely handsome! He has the most beautiful brown hair, it's a little longer on top but not too long. It's so soft and smooth, he always has its styled so perfectly. He has the deepest brown eyes, the kind that seem endless and you get lost in them. And he's strong, he's so manly, and so strong! He can pick us up as if we were as light as a feather! And he's kind and loves me, I've never felt this kind of love before. I've never felt so unconditionally loved in this way.

- Colby says, leaving and closing the door. Angel sighs. He was unwilling to get up and get dressed. Perhaps a clash of cultures was what would decide his destiny. He wears white jeans with several rips, a belt from which several chains come out, a white and extra tight T with a design of two boys in a very romantic position, and he wears his white sneakers and holds his hair in a disheveled bun and leaves several loose ends that fall to the side of his face. He put on his ring and chose a bracelet made of stones in the color of the rainbow. In his ears, he puts three diamonds, one in the right ear and two in the left. He puts on blue navy eyeliner, which makes his beautiful eyes look even p

“You must be Zoe?” I nod my head warily but don’t answer. Instead, I ask. “Who are you?” He extends his hand towards me in greeting and enfolds it with mine. “I’m Mikhail. I’m Azazel’s best friend.” My eyebrows go up to my hairline in astonishment. “Seriously?” He nods his head and looks back at the sparring duo. “Yep. Azazel is my boy.” I think about his answer for a moment. Then a thought strikes me. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help but ask. “Are you…” I clear my throat and lick my dry lips. “Are you…like him?”

Life is returning to their bodies. The man steps forward again, and I know him instantly. “Nightmare?” He smiles sheepishly. “My name is Azreal. I was Queen Morgan’s personal guard.” “It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Azreal.” I nod in his direction. He gestures to the people around him. “The pleasure is ours. You have brought light magic and balance back to Moranyth. You freed us.”

The room had fallen completely silent, Everyone listened. “There were a lot of promising juniors that year,” Maya continued. “But five stood out. Kurobane, Roku, Kaizen, Rei, and Kouji. They were monsters in on the court their own right.” “They called them The Devils’ Soldiers.” he says visibly cringing at the name. “I was drafted into the third string. I wasn’t strong back then. But Rei saw something in me. He used my skills to strengthen their plays and Pulled me up.” There was pride in his voice, buried beneath the weariness.

“What conditions could you possibly have after everything? Given the fact that you are given a chance to literally start over… I don’t think that one in your position would be in place to lay conditions.” He smiled, small, tired, rueful. “I want to help rebuild what I tried to destroy.” I blinked. He looked straight at me, unwavering. “Your company. Your name. Your growth. I want to be part of that rebuilding. Not above you. Not controlling you.” He paused. “Your partner. Under your terms. Only yours.” The room fell silent. Even Xavier seemed stunned. “You… want to work for Valerie?” he asked slowly.

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.