Novelas y relatos de Azriel Fanfic

Azrael stepped quietly into the room while captivated by Zafira's peaceful face as she slept on the couch. It was the truth that he was just as drawn to her as she was to him. He moved closer to her and gently brushed his fingers against her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin that ignited something deep within him. "Zafira, my Crimson", he whispered and his voice was filled with intensity. ... Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

AZIZA Sena was in the servant quarters, folding linen. She looked up, read my expression before I spoke, “What happened?” I sat on the edge of the bed and told her about Vessa's proposal. Rhydian's refusal. And my acceptance. Sena set the linen down very slowly. “You accepted,” she said. “Yes.” “To be Vessa’s puppet.” I gave her a look. “Yes.” “The woman who drowned you four days ago?” “Sena- ”

The celestial would be far more likely to drop his guard if she seemed the eager student, rather than a wayward child. Rhazian’s mood only worsened as time dragged on. He lashed out at everyone in my home, the absence of his mate wearing on him. I hadn’t understood until he had told me of the witches taking her from him. Though I had never felt the pull of a mate bond myself, I could sympathize with his desire to keep her close after having her torn from him once. Still, his brooding was bringing down the normal contentment in my household.

“I hope everything goes smoothly for you from now on. And your fiancé… may he not let you down.” I held her eyes. "Okay." She walked out fast. She did not look back. I stood with the night air coming through the open door at my heels, and I thought, very carefully, Jess. My phone buzzed in my clutch. Done. A text from Azrael. He's hooked. I lifted the phone. I smiled. I texted back. Nicely done, partner. The reply came in before I had put the phone away. Now I'd like to collect my reward, fiancée. Private room. Don't keep me waiting.

The man stood, soaked and speechless, before turning and walking away in shame. Just then, her phone chimed. It was a text from Joan: “I’m sorry, Ariel, but I won’t be coming back. Go home without me, babes. See you at work tomorrow. Love you.” Ariel let out a disappointed grunt and grabbed her bag from the couch. But as she turned to leave, her eyes locked with a fierce, familiar gaze. Axel. His slightly unbuttoned shirt clung to his frame, leaving a little to guess. She could recognize his chilly commanding presence.

After I had so crudely planned on breaking the bond, not knowing the amazing feeling I was going to be missing, Ariezel still accepted me. My heart was full, practically bouncing out of my chest. As I stared at her. I couldn't hold it back anymore. I drew up against her, pulling her forward to merge her lips with mine. She pushed forward immediately, enclosing us further. Ariezel. My friend, my lover. My mate.

Tch. Fucking bitch…! Arriving at my room, I slumped heavily on the bed. Again I tried to call Ace, but he had blocked my line. Sigh… Why's this happening tonight? I had hoped we would have shared the night together, cuddling. But I guess none of that is going to happen thanks to Ariel. I freaking despise that rat, but I have no choice but to play the good friend until we can finally wipe her existence from the Earth's surface.

This time, Azurez Sect was doomed. Only then did they realize their mistake. They had destroyed the only person who could have stopped the Demon Lord. Regret came far too late. Nothing remained alive wherever I stepped. I walked slowly towards them. Everyone gasped when they saw this familiar figure.

Chapter Two. AZAEL BLACKWELL. The redhead with the big blue eyes was moving her hips in circles above me, I could feel my manhood coming in and out of her over and over again, I was focusing, imagining her to be that sweet redhead I've been studying for months, one that, has become the main protagonist of every one of my fantasies, I can't get her out of my head, not until I have her in my hands and make her mine, just mine.

I walked towards him with purposeful steps, “I killed Aaron. Athaliah is a dead woman walking.” “Two wrongs don’t make a right. Do anything else, but please.” Azriel dropped to his knees, shocking me with his words. “Don’t kill her.” I turned around, refusing to see him in such a pitiful state. “That’s a call I must make. Get out of my office.” *************** My relationship with Azriel only grew worse as the days passed without any message from me regarding Athaliah. I couldn’t talk to him after he clearly stated how poorly he viewed me. I couldn’t shake off the in-depth feeling that told me he wasn’t wrong in his assessments of me.