Azriel Novels & Stories

the dragon seemed to roar Ariet name for a long time only to receive a calm and full of gratitude look from the strongest Archmage of the world Ariet L'Caster. "Elish doesn't be too foolish to believe in the Raziel ... Take care of our Aysha; she is very naive... Ciel is a good person... you should value him more... Ah, at least were you who ended this torment... I can die in peace now..." Ariet voice was too soft and let a warm sensation, but every few phrases, he vomited blood, that is a painful image.

They are all rigid in their suits without forgetting their precious earpiece. Goodbye to the little liberty I had. I will be nineteen soon and I was finally planning to have a boyfriend this year but unfortunately, I've to say goodbye to that also. Adios Azure. He is my long run crush, the brother of my friend Didem. Azure and I have just started to get along and we were finally planning to hang out but now I can't get out. I can't put my life in danger. It's as if destiny wants me to be imprisoned in this house forever.

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.

He’s a good friend, I knew it. I am alone now. Staring at the ceiling, my mind wanders to every possibility that might happen during this program. I’m certainly thinking that my task probably almost done as my friend has volunteered to do it for me. Maybe I’ll just catch up on all the undone things, that's if they let me do it. Or they will ask me to sit, watch, and do not making any moves in order to make me feel better and better. Lucky me, my teamwork is very supportive, maybe more supportive than my friends in the group. Even until this day, the girls never showed up here. I don’t know what the problem is, am I the problem? That’s funny to think about it, yet, I am here trying my best to

Thanks" and let her Alpha take her home. *************** Azraiel slumped in the chair in his office after visiting Kira. It wasn't that Azraiel wasn't emotional, on the contrary, he felt everything deeply. The problem was expressing how he felt. He was very emotional himself and yet he becomes a statue when he finds himself in an emotional situation. However, being an Alpha helped him a lot, since he was practically forced to deal with situations like these every day. But it would be safe to say that he was still very far from being able to express his emotions clearly.

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.

he shot back, then added with a wink, “but thanks for the vote of confidence.” “His name,” Seren said suddenly. “It’s Azrael.” We all turned toward her. “I heard it in the echo of the chamber after he left. Not just his name, but his titles. Azrael, the Ashborn. Azrael, Flame Unyielding.” Lazriel looked rattled. “Ashborn… that wasn’t a name. It was a prophecy. A warning, scrawled in one of Sariyah’s oldest grimoires. She burned the page herself.”

And in the distance—far beyond the walls of the dungeon, beyond the twisted forests of Deadly Fang, beyond the reach of Harry’s illusions—Ariel had already begun her descent into Moon Hound territory. Her power is unlike anything this world had prepared for. She was coming. And with her, she would bring reckoning.

” 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 elder says solemnly. His voice echoes beneath the vaulted ceilings. “Long live Queen Amara. Ruler of all species.” He bows his head deeply. “The one destined to unify the kingdoms and bring peace to all. Not the end.” The words strike something deep inside my chest. Not triumph. Not power. Responsibility. Heavy and terrifying and impossible. Azriel walks toward me slowly through the silence. The crown gleams in his hands like captured sunlight forged into metal. When he reaches me, his expression softens faintly.