Azriel Novels & Stories

He says. “Or maybe human.” I add. From what Oliver said about his research, I think there’s a connection there. “What’s your theory?” Alpha Elias ask. I look at him. Trusting my guts to not trust him with my theory, I lie. “I have nothing yet. But I have a feeling there’s a third supernatural being that’s involved in all of this.” Alpha Elias sighs, putting his hands in his long length jacket. “I’ll keep in touch.” He insists, and zooms off in his car.

Azriel's voice pierced through the silence. Violet broke eye contact with the stranger and followed Sean to their seats. Now that everyone was here, Azriel began. "He is Atlas, as you all already know," Azriel introduced the barbarian-looking man. Atlas gave a nod. Violet stared at him, searching his face for any trace of Chris. She couldn’t relate this towering, fearsome figure to the boy who had once come to her, desperate for nothing more than a roof over his head. Her head had started to hurt now. What sorcery was this? Literally.

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

Well, I just met him so technically I haven't had that much interaction with him. He was just so gorgeous and manly and hot and perfect that one look at him and I could already feel myself becoming wet. Only that he’s a bit grumpy and strict. He’s the Alpha King after all, he’s got four thrones to rule, and that must be what made him a grumpy lion. I prayed first to the moon goddess before I entered the room of Luna Mercylle. Sandra, one of my co-servants, said that Luna Mercylle is cruel and the worst Luna that has ever lived.

I asked, frowning slightly. “You sound like you can’t wait to get away from me.” He chuckled lightly, stretching out his hand at the same time, “I’m Azriel, and it’s nice to make your acquaintance.” I stared at his face then back to his waiting hand. He brought it further to me, “Come on, it’s a bit rude to leave a hand waiting. Look, people would think I’m being ignored while asking you out. I mean, I’m asking you out to be my friend now, but it’s still not the asking out that they’d think is happening right now.”

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.

And I believe the same spell was casted upon Carmela. "How do we bring back her memories?" I asked darkly. "There's no cure..." "Fuck you!" "I'm not done yet, idiot!" He screamed. I shot him glares and he just smiled at me. "No spell can break another spell, that's what I've learned based on experience. The only thing that brought my memories back was my love for her and the connection between us." I looked at him confused. I somehow get what he's saying but how come Carmela didn't regain her memories when I clearly love her?

Eros said to him. “Maybe father was right.” Azriel added, he came closer to stop right in front of Eros. “Just think about what benefit it will do you, all of us if it gets out that you shared your lifeforce with the cursed…” Azriel was still speaking, before he was rudely interrupted by a very now pissed off Eros.

Axel states. Before Clause could respond to that, the door burst open revealing Jason with a worried look etched on his face. "Alpha" I stood up, "What is it?" I asked all of a sudden tensed. "it's Lyra."

he ground out angrily I struggled to pry his hand away, but I was just an adolescent angel in training, newly winged and not yet strong enough to take on someone of his caliber, Azeazel was a full-fledged Archangel and a commander of an elite squad of Angels, he was centuries old despite the fact he only looked like he was in his late thirties. standing at all of six feet, well-built and heavily muscled from years spent as an elite warrior, shoulder length black hair that was greying at the temples only served to make him look more distinguished and imposing,