Azriel Novels & Stories

It took three, four, or five second, before the scent hit me. It’s him. The man in the archives. Azrael.

“What do you give in return if I let you stay here and become my members?” Diana steadily replied, “I have healing ability and my brother has shield ability. Those two abilities are enough, right?” Not only Alpha Stevan but everyone there was surprised by Diana's confession. Alpha Stevan applauded loudly. Without hesitation he nodded in agreement, “bravo, you are happily accepted.”

my eyes landed on the man who’d put me through so much humiliation. What the hell was Luca doing here? “Patriarch Vasiliev.” Lorenzo’s voice came out tight and hard as his hand clenched at my waist and pulled me closer to his body.

The second Remnant dropped to one knee, shadows flickering with ancient regret. The third let out a sound that wasn’t rage, wasn’t sorrow—just longing. A deep ache that even gods could not name. Azriel rose to his feet. > “You weren’t exiled,” he said gently. “You hid. But the world remembered you—not to worship, but to heal.” He stepped forward, fearless, something divine and deeply human in his voice. > “You asked for a name. I gave you one. You asked for a witness. I became one.”

“As it stands, you are the only thing standing in my way to becoming Luna.” Azriel turned around, fisting his hair like a crazed person. “Can you hear yourself? You are willing to give up your original mate to be someone’s second choice?” He asked in an incredulous tone. “I will not stand here and listen to your insults.” Athaliah raised her hand, and Azriel’s eyes widened. “I, Athaliah Hezron, Gamma of the BloodHound pack, reject you, Azriel Montreal... as my mate.” “Who do we have here?” A voice startled me. I jumped from the door - creating a noise.

His tiger eyes landed at me, looking at me for a second too long before he said, “My name is Azrael. I am the Alpha of the Moon Goddess White Moon’s warriors.”

He retorted back, repeating my question in a mocking way. "Drake." Ethan called him in a warning tone before he averted his eyes on me. "Speak now, Cielle. What happened to that event?" I heave a deep sigh and shake my head at him, "I don't know." "People died back there, and our name is being blamed for it! If it gets to the authorities, we'll be doomed!" Drake hissed at me and my eyes sharpened while looking back at him. "How could you let this happen to a project that you're handling?"

"Let me in, brother, let me help you... this path you have chosen, it will consume you. You cannot do this alone, no matter how much you want to..." "...The Ceruleanian you yearn for is no ordinary resident in Cerulean but the Prince. He is Azrael, the direct descendant of the first of the Four Great Gods. This means he not only shares the celestial essence with Obenis himself but has a soul linked to the Third Heavens." He paused for a moment before continuing. "It cannot go on, Azazel. This cycle is doomed to failure. Yes, you can send yourself into the Great Cerulean Palace Halls unnoticed, but once you do as little as share a kiss with Azrael, you both shall begin to transform, taking in

It was like the man wasn’t there or they didn’t feel guilty at least, about it. “You don’t need to be surprised, Ezra. For a person who had a Lycan son, who has also been given up on, I am surprised that you are still surprised about me.” Alvize said, stopping me. I had to fight back growling at the man whose eyes were fixed on our parents. The odd and scary part about this was that the man showed zero emotions, and zero remorse. If anything, he didn’t seem to be in the pain that I was in.