Azriel Gwyn Novels & Stories

” Noticing that I haven’t even made an attempt to speak or even move -since I was practically unable to even breathe anymore- she only continued, “Ookaaay, first things first,” “In case you were wondering, the reason why Azrael isn’t a fallen is that he’s...Well let’s just say he’s not your “regular” Archangel like the others, since he’s one of The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and all that shit... And since his grace is practically bound to my soul...Uh...let’s just say that as long as I’m alive, he’s...He will still be his...usual self...” Even though that last sentence left me feeling somewhat confused -mostly by the way she so evasively explained it- I however chose to mainly focus on

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.

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.

A missing piece that we never knew was so important. With a proud smile, dad releases her hand and turns to the front, “Before we come to the end of this ceremony, I have one more announcement.” I whip back around to face him. He didn’t tell me anything else was happening. Panic starts to set in as I think of all the possibilities that could happen. “These last few months Zander and Ashleigh have stepped up to their role more than I could have ever imagined. Therefore today, I have made the decision to step back from my role as Alpha and pass the title to my son and his mate.”

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."