Romans & histoires Azriel Gwyn

The magnitude of what they had witnessed left every mind reeling. Ryan stared at her through a haze of tears. He had watched her die. He had felt the soul-tearing finality of it. Yet here she stood, alive, glowing, and transformed beyond anything he could have imagined. Aria lifted her head slowly. The intense white light in her eyes softened just enough to reveal her gaze, a mesmerizing blend that was more than human, more than wolf, more than witch. She was all of them and something greater. The first Tribrid Sovereign. The child of prophecy made real. The Phoenix reborn, not as a bringer of destruction but as a force of renewal and unimaginable power.

Not falling. Descending. A shape resolves within the tear: vast, geometric, impossibly precise. Wings of fractured light unfold, each segment rotating independently, covered in sigils that rewrite themselves faster than my eyes can track. The Reverent recoils violently within me. Directive presence detected. Arbiter-class. Blake swears. “That’s… bad, right?” “Yes,” I breathe. “That’s catastrophic.” The Arbiter lowers itself until its feet—if they can be called that—hover inches above the ground. Midnight screams beneath it, ley lines flaring bright red before dimming under the suppression field radiating from the being.

“Yeah” “That’s rather unfortunate, giving how much hatred I have in my heart for you. This is a huge mistake and I will die before I accept you as my mate with and Luna. Cassie, I Alpha Elijah, reject you as my mate and future Luna. I would never get involved with the daughter of my enemy , so you are free to go out there and find love and protection in some other man’s arms, because you will never find it in mind. Stay clear of my part if you want to stay alive.” “But… Alpha Elijah. You can’t do this” She cries.

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.

It’s covered with dirt, scars, and wounds because of my harsh training before. For all these years, I have thought that I am really not that strong enough to fight an entire army. Azariel defeated Wolfrith and he was known as the most powerful creature in the Land of Dawn. After the horrific incident, the land has suffer its magic. Desperate to save everything, I have pushed myself to the limit until a simple punch is nothing to me. But, I don’t want to put myself into that training where I have to vomit blood just to make sure that I am strong.