Azriel Gwyn Novels & Stories

“Ah? Really? But–” “I am not sure why, but may I ask what you are doing here in my quarters?” Azriel’s calm voice comes from behind Aiden. I stiffen, but Aiden doesn’t. He turns around while I peek from behind alpha Aiden. Alpha Azriel looks livid if one goes by his stormy eyes, which have gone black. “I am inquiring about Aysel’s work. Why is she looking after accounts?” Alpha Aiden asks instead of replying. Azriel lets out a derisive chuckle and shakes his head. “I am surprised by how much of a hero you act in front of others while they are being someone else’s responsibility.”

"Azriel is a beast, Skylar!" "Azriel is a warrior creature from Otopia, he had quelled all packs in Otopia with his mysterious powers, he isn't stopping there, he had vanquished and whipped out packs from different lands. They said he shifts into a beast but no one had stayed alive to tell the stories and even those who saw what he looked like, their memories were always blurry" Ivan explained.

I shrugged. “I suppose that’s true. We can only hope.” John nodded as he pulled into my driveway. I didn’t see any strange cars in my neighborhood which made me wonder where this Azriel was. “Where’s this other guard?” I asked, looking around confused. “Azriel processes a wolf that allows him to cloak himself. You won’t see him unless he’s called.” John explained as he offered his hand to help him out of the SUV.

I felt exasperated and hopeless. "It is quite a good move to cut it, Since males will swarm on you non-stop if they know that you are a female," Aja said while smiling at me kindly. "It is. Truthfully. By the way. We initially wanted to seek information about the Immortals. Specifically, the god named Sephtis and the twin goddesses named Ayla and Arie. Do you happen to know who they are?" Lowell asked politely while getting straight to the point.

Azriel knew how much building the great population means to their father, even if he doesn’t believe in the cause the others are believing in. The least he can do is try to do his things on the low, without attracting unwanted attention that can use his actions to slander their father and threaten his position as the leader of the organization.

The second Remnant dropped to one knee, shadows flickering with ancient regret. The third let out a sound that wasn’t rage, wasn’t sorrow—just longing. A deep ache that even gods could not name. Azriel rose to his feet. > “You weren’t exiled,” he said gently. “You hid. But the world remembered you—not to worship, but to heal.” He stepped forward, fearless, something divine and deeply human in his voice. > “You asked for a name. I gave you one. You asked for a witness. I became one.”

If he's afraid already then he's in for a world of surprise and pain if he doesn't tell us what we want to know and soon. "My name is Talon, I am... was a member of the pack that you destroyed and Aria is my mate. I didn't come here to cause trouble but I won't be leaving without my mate." Yeah, this guy is seriously cooked. "And how did you get in here?" He seems to be trying to avoid that question but I'm not letting it go. Something is clearly off with this guy and of course, Nick has already picked up on it too as suddenly six of our warriors come from outside of the room and surround the prick.

He stepped forward, and the moonlight through the window finally hit him. Azrael was a god carved out of nightmare and desire. He was easily six-foot-five, his body a map of hard muscle and scarred bronze skin. He was buck naked, and he didn't give a damn. His cock was heavy and semi-erect, swaying slightly as he walked toward the edge of my chalk circle. His face was beautiful in a way that hurt to look at—sharp jaw, high cheekbones, and eyes that were nothing but glowing, molten gold. "You're real," I managed to breathe out, my hands clutching my thighs.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

The smoke from the light beam cleared, and for a heartbeat, I thought it was over But then, a low, guttural growl rose from the shadows of the darkened cave. Azrael crawled out of the crater my light had made. His skin was charred and peeling, and one of his massive wings hung limp and broken at his side, but his eyes were glowing with a terrifying, murderous purple flame. He wasn't dead. If anything, the pain had made him faster and more dangerous.