Azriel Gwyn Novels & Stories

The man was ten times stronger than we were, and being a Lycan, he had the advantage of shifting as he pleased and when he pleased; however, we were not going to sit back and allow him to do that because we believed that we couldn’t take him. “Caterina?” I heard a man say from behind me, grabbing my arm, stopping me. Both Nathan and I stopped, frowning at his sight. His eyes studied my expression carefully for a second before letting my hand go “my apologies, I thought that you were someone else” “I noticed” I said, glaring at the man. He looked at Nathan before extending his hand for him to shake “my apologies, I haven’t introduced myself, Alexander Grimaldi, son of Elijah and Sofia Grimald

“Why don’t we calm down and solve this? I just want some answers and keep a few conditions in exchange for letting your pup go.” “Felice…” Finally manage to speak. Who is this woman? “I know Alpha Isaac. You think I am Felice’s clone or something, but I am not. This is me. But Felice is not my name.” She stands up and smiles while my eyes narrow. “Please to meet you, Alpha Isaac. I am Zephyr or the one who cursed the Renaud pack.”

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

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.

Again I nod, “I do.” Dad breaks out with a huge smile as he releases my hand and turns back to face the crowd. I feel the surge of power move through me, as I say the final vow, linking me completely to the pack as Alpha. “Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to announce your new Alpha and Luna of Charwood, Alpha Zander Blackwood and Luna Ashleigh Blackwood.” If I thought the cheers before were loud I was wrong, the room exploded with cheers and congratulatory happiness.

Silver hair pulled back in a neat ponytail. A face that might have been handsome if not for eyes that held all the warmth of winter ice. He stopped about fifty feet from the motel, studying the building with the careful assessment of someone who'd walked into ambushes before. "Aurelia Veythorne," he called out, his voice carrying clearly through the night air. "I am Azrael, Purifier of the Third Circle. I mean you no immediate harm. I simply wish to talk." I exchanged a glance with Zane. He shook his head fractionally. Don't respond.

A tan-skinned man with a scar over his left eye was the first to ask a question: "I have been wondering, are you Peony Crimson, the fallen Luna of Blue Moon?" Azriel was a first-degree mage and Eve's top apprentice. Maybe he was an assistant serving Elenor as her second-in-command. My heart sank as he referred to me by that name. My forehead twitched as I gave a short nod. Elenor chuckled sweetly, patting Xavier's shoulder playfully. "Your jokes are funny. Why did you pick up a girl from another pack and bring her here?" Her green-forest eyes found me, scanning and assessing my entirety.

There is something dark and ominous about them. "Hello, daughter. " Alec's voice made my jaw clench tight. "I hope you don't mind, but I've brought some friends to help celebrate the full moon tonight." He first motions to the unfamiliar man, "Elias is a guard I met while falsely imprisoned for delivering you your punishments. He is a hybrid, werewolf, and warlock. His powers may have been bound by the Grand Coven, but luckily his mother, Cordelia, was happy to help my cause."

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.

Waiting. And in the pit of his chest, something darker coiled—a hunger not just for battle, but for retribution. He would find the hand that dared touch his kingdom. He would crush it. And if fate tested him with more than wolves, with betrayal inside his own walls—then so be it. He was Azriel. Son of the Queen. Heir of the Night. And he would not bend. “Dismissed,” he said at last, his tone brooking no debate. The guards filed out, Calen last, his limp betraying the sting of their sparring. Soon the yard was empty, save for Azriel.