Azriel Gwyn Novels & Stories

Cain fell back, shielding me behind him, our bodies flush against each other, his eyes never leaving his opponent as the sky overhead became crowded with angels and Nephilim. “Who is it?” I yelled above the din of wings. His eyes cast upward for a brief moment, then they narrowed. “Penemue and the asshole with the horn is Azazel.” “And?” I prodded him, this was not the time to be the strong and silent type. “And….Penemue is a grade A fucker. He is not on our side. Azazel is though, for all the help he is.” I could hear the eyeroll in Cain’s tone.

- 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?

"Yes..." He holds his hand out to me, covered in dark leather gloves. I withhold an eye roll. Gloves are far too common in individuals not interested in finding their mates. I’ve seen Isaiah wear them in almost every public appearance he has made...He probably doesn’t want a mate, a Luna who can challenge his views. "Zire. Isaiah's second-in-command." "I didn't know Alpha's needed a second-in-command,” I murmur curiously, shaking his hand firmly.

“Men Darius trusts. They move quietly, outside pack borders. If he wanted to hide her, he wouldn’t keep her on his land. He’d use one of them.” “Names,” I said, my patience thinning. She nodded slowly. “One of them is called Elric. He handles Darius’s remote estates. Isolated places, old hunting lodges, storage compounds, places no one thinks to check.” I memorized the name instantly. Kai stepped forward. “And what do you get out of this, Claire? Redemption?”

“You just underestimated them. And overestimated yourself. And you underestimated the power that the Omega has on him.” Lysandra’s smile widened, and I nearly growled. But Giovanni stepped between us again. “That will be your last smug smile in this room, Lysandra. Don’t forget, I cast you aside for a reason. You couldn’t break him. Now, you will watch while your sister does what you couldn’t.” “She’s not my sister,” Lysandra said through her teeth. “Not now and not ever would she ever be my sister.” Giovanni turned to me again. “You still have your place in this. You still have power, Delilah. Don’t let one declaration shake you. The mark isn’t on her yet. She hasn’t been claimed. There is

“They all know.” Within a split second, Azriel came at me with a punch that nearly sent me down my knees. I must admit, his punch was a lot stronger than what it used to be. “Is that all you can offer? No wonder the wolves seem like a sloppy second of you.” I instigated. Azriel was a good fighter, he had every qualifications to be my beta and was honestly the best warrior I was privileged to spar with. The only thing about him was he was easily aggravated. All I had to do was aggravate him and his moves become predictable.

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

“And for the record, for the most powerful lycan king in four territories, you are really blind to what is right in front of you.” Azriel. No. He’s not possible. Has he been a spy all along? “He’s not lying, I can’t sense any lie,” Nina said in my head. As I tried to wrap my head around the revelation, Axel moved. I could have sworn that I didn’t see him move, nor did I know when he took the sword in my hand from me. He raised his free hand so high that I wondered what he was doing, but the blast that came with the raised hand was a whole lot, one bright enough that it superseded Vera’s.

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.

He only needed the man sitting a few seats away to notice him, just like he had from the very start. Especially because Lorenzo had bet on the rival horse just to get his attention. "Patriarch Greco, I think you’ll owe me a few thousand!" the King’s Beta rose from his leather chair, unable to help himself, almost coming in his pants just because Sapphire Wind was in the lead. "So it seems, Mr. Grimal," Lorenzo replied with fake annoyance, then calmly lifted the wine to his lips. The Beta stayed leaning on the railing, his eyes practically bulging out.