Novel & Cerita Azriel Fancast

Cian adds. “I mean,” Carter says, leaning his head back slightly, “if this is true, you really went the extra mile.” “I’m not joking.” “I know,” he replies. “That’s the concerning part.” “It’s true.” Azriel’s voice cuts in, calm and certain. The room stills as all eyes shift to him. “That’s a strong endorsement,” Carter says. “It didn’t just happen to her,” Azriel says. “It happened to me.”

I asked, making him raise an eyebrow. “Be sure that no one finds out about this.” He walked away without saying another word. I didn’t need him to. If I trusted anyone in this world, it was him. My best friend and the man who grew by my side. It was supposed to be Elara as my beta, she was born into it. But I grew up with Vladimir, and I always knew that he was going to be my right hand. The moment of peace in my room didn’t last for long, though.

“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.”

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.

“What are you talking about-?” What the!-- My head suddenly rang and it’s extremely painful. I suddenly fell off the whole place and became unconscious. The next thing I knew I was already at home with my memories of being the “Guardian of souls” had returned. AZRAEL THE LAST PSYCHOPOMP "to kill or to save: choose your purpose" Written by: Chavinsky Y.E

” Noticing that I haven’t even made an attempt to speak or even move -since I was practically unable to even breathe anymore- she only continued, “Ookaaay, first things first,” “In case you were wondering, the reason why Azrael isn’t a fallen is that he’s...Well let’s just say he’s not your “regular” Archangel like the others, since he’s one of The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and all that shit... And since his grace is practically bound to my soul...Uh...let’s just say that as long as I’m alive, he’s...He will still be his...usual self...” Even though that last sentence left me feeling somewhat confused -mostly by the way she so evasively explained it- I however chose to mainly focus on

Zion told us more about his father and the dark king's close relationship, I could tell he admired their evil work by how he spoke and my skin crawled. " Those were great men," " They were killers," Azriel barked. " Aren't we all," Zion smiled tightly. I could feel Azriel's alpha aura roll off him in waves and I put my hand gently on his leg to calm him. " What is your plan here?" Azriel asked. " Well, this is a family reunion," Zion smiled and I nodded at his word, making Corey cock an eyebrow in interest.

Everything on me screamed EXPENSIVE. I was not used to this type of lifestyle, and I doubt I’d ever get used to it. Azriel had been spoiling me silly with new and expensive things every day since I had arrived. He had recently changed my phone to an iPhone 16 Pro Max. Crazy right? Suddenly the door swung open, I took a glimpse at who it was through the mirror and saw Azriel standing there, looking like a Greek god. He looked so handsome in his black suit, like a sculpture. His hair was well-styled and combed. His eyes were no longer hazel. Black eyes stared at me instead, and he inhaled deeply, a growl echoed in the room making my panties moist with desire.

she said, after pondering. His jaw twitched in frustration. Finding Aurilious was just as difficult as finding the portal, if not more. "You can go now," Azriel commanded the woman. The witch left after sketching a bow to them. Azriel exhaled a sigh and leaned back in his seat, "Zen is a motherfucker." "His mother was nice. Only had she swallowed him, we wouldn’t be in this mess," Sean replied, his hostility for Zen dripped generously. Azriel chuckled. His point had the point.

Noel sighs. “Yeah. I’m just saying he’s the only one who can muster the healing power.” He says. Altarria has no choice but to admit it. Yes, Azrael was one of them long ago. He was a bright and strong guardian. His power is equal with Altarria. He kept peace at the Judgment Road. No one dared to disturb the road. Altarria always partnered up with him in protecting it.