Novel & Cerita Azriel

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.

"YOU'VE USED FORBIDDEN MAGIC, AND FROM THE SCENT COMING FROM YOU, YOU HAVE BEEN USING IT, AND FREQUENTLY, FOR A LONG TIME!!" The man that stood by queen Vespera retorted. This was the first time he spoke up. I was suprised by how low his voice was. He had a deep, rich baritone voice. He had lavender colored eyes that sparkled with his anger. Queen Vespera touched his shoulder gently. "Calm, Azriel. Those around us wouldn't be able to withstand your power if you was to go off."

He blinked and his eyes showered his cheeks. " Give me water, " Ace head snaps towards the voice, Asher stands beside the fridge that he can't reach. He looks towards where Oren was standing. Where did he go? " Why are you crying?" Asher asks and looks at Ace, who was trying to wipe all of his tears. " onions, " Ace says and Asher shrugs and points at the fridge. " I want water, " He says again. Ace gets the bottle out of the fridge and pour a glass for him.

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

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.

“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.”