Azriel Gwyn Novels & Stories

- 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?

“And I’ve been waiting a long time for you, Luca.” Luca stumbled back, energy flaring uncontrollably. “What do you want from me?!” Azrael’s eyes glowed, white-hot. “You carry my essence. My power. You are the culmination of what I’ve seeded into this world. And now… it is time to awaken fully.” Aiden felt his blood run cold. “Fully? He’s already unstable!” Azrael’s staff pulsed. “Unstable, yes… but controlled enough to destroy everything in his path. And that’s exactly what I intend.”

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.

“Sorry, luv. I didn’t mean to be such an arse about it.” Creighton clears his throat and moves towards a large table. “All bantering aside, why are you two here?” Azazel puffs out a breath and moves towards the table with a loose stride. “I’m here because my mate is the siphon that Marael is using to end the world.” My stomach tightens at his words. Even though I know that I’m the siphon, it still pains me to hear it. Azazel must notice my discomfort because he extends his hand towards me and gives me a gentle smile.

Azraiel shouted in the phone and Daniel quietly went out of the room. “Right…right….You had no right… absolutely NO RIGHT to put her through that pain….that too so all of a sudden. Do you have any idea what she has been through in the past few days?” Azraiel was red in the face, his eyes glaring into space as he walked back and forth, working himself up. “Yeah..is that so? Well…” Suddenly, he fell quiet. His face was set hard. “In that case, I Azraiel Michaelson, Alpha of the Blue Orchid pack banish you, Josh Taylor from my pack.”

Where was her father and why did he seem busy? In the far east of Kerala Kingdom, there was a famous forest that was called the Forest of Ziel. It was well-known around the continent as it was where the green jeweled eye wielder resided–Raphael Sol Zielony. Raphael was known as the youngest Saint Archmage of the first generation. And among the first generation of the jeweled eye wielders, he had the least hardship that he faced. It was perceived by the people that he was lucky that he didn't experience the adversity that others faced. But little did they know, that he was no different from them.

He chuckled. “Did you do all this for the ball?” he questioned, running a finger from my head to my shoes. “I doubt Father changed his mind about taking the twins.” “He didn’t I just thought, as they weren’t feeling well, I could go-” “Don’t worry, you don’t have to convince me. I think it’s high time the other princes saw my gorgeous baby sister,” he chimed in, giving me that bright smile of his. Poles apart from everyone else in the family, Valerian is the only one that treated me like I am family. He is ten years older than me but is by far my favorite. I am happy that one day, he’ll be the one to rule Alvannia after my father.

Life is returning to their bodies. The man steps forward again, and I know him instantly. “Nightmare?” He smiles sheepishly. “My name is Azreal. I was Queen Morgan’s personal guard.” “It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Azreal.” I nod in his direction. He gestures to the people around him. “The pleasure is ours. You have brought light magic and balance back to Moranyth. You freed us.”

The angel didn’t owe me an ounce of loyalty. “We’re on our own,” I said into the bond. Beki gave me a grim nod. “Maybe Hades might want to open up negotiations?” She raised a paw to shrug. “What is this?” Azriel shrieked. My gaze darted to the side, but all I could see amid the sea of bleeding limbs were Azriel’s white wings, which were darkening to a slate gray that bordered on black. He spun around and rushed toward Hades. “What did you do to me?” his high-pitched voice rang through my ears.

“Gray?” uttered a bemused Sarah Lewis. “But I thought you just woke up? Is it alright for you to walk around already? Wait, did you get a haircut? You dyed your hair black too.” “Did you just mistake me for that woman?” scowled Azriel at her then after he wore his glasses, he pulled on Elreese’s hands wrapped around him. “And get this little creature away from me.” He gently pushed the little girl toward her. “And aren’t you Sasha Neuman? According to my data, you supposedly died three years ago because of an imprudent drunk driver.”