Azriel Reader Novels & Stories

So without asking them any questions, I sat on the side with Felicity. Confusion filled me while waiting for them to speak up, until Drake spoke in a serious way. "We heard about what happened at the last event project you accepted, Cielle." I quirk a brow while looking straight at him, not backing down to how dark he gazes at me. "A failure, don't you think?" I leaned on the chair as a smirk slowly made its way to my lips, "What about it?" "Yeah, what about it?" He retorted back, repeating my question in a mocking way.

He caught what I was doing, but I didn't care, I just shrugged my shoulders. “Would've never gotten me this far.” An amused smile tugged at his lips. “You mean, under my rules or…” I shook my head in pure discomfort. “You're such an asshole. Thank you by the way, for the chambers.” I couldn't understand Azriel very well. He's the type of villain to give you good sex, to make you forget you're mad. If only he was disgusting and ugly. “You're very welcome. I hope you like the place? I instructed them to make it very comfortable.”

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.

Lucian's POV I walked into the council, with Azariel and Ariel by my side. All gazes were on me, to be precise; the book in my hands. I intentionally raised it up slightly, and ran my fingers on it. “You're enjoying this aren't you? You sure have a knack for trouble.” Azariel shook his head slightly. “I lovee the attention.” Ariel grinned, as he eyed the book. “Can I hold it too? So all eyes would be on me.” He requested, and I handed it over to him.

Shirley hanged up. Azriel tapped on the “W******P” icon on the home screen of her phone immediately she took it off of her ears. She scrolled down slightly and spotted Arch’s message she had deliberately left on unread. She stared at her phone for a short while, and then tapped on the message and replied with a “yes” right away. And then she lay on the bed, waiting for the program that made her take a flight to Europe. Azriel came to Europe to talk to the world’s most popular historian, Professor Allen Wake – that is after she went to see Uncle Mike’s student who claimed that he had information about the Angel of Death. The meeting with the student was disappointingly short. “The only thing

“Y-you can't do that. I'm never going to allow you to take my child away from me.” Azalea'sgaze darkened. “I think you've allowed that little fake affection Azriel showed you to get into your head. Azriel is incapable of love. He doesn't and will never love you. He's only with you for one thing, which is an heir. Once you give him that, he'd toss you put like a bag of fucking trash. Poof.” He snapped his hand, startling me.

HAVE you ever felt that you might be different? That, in this world, is not how the way you thought about it. But what if behind this beautiful world that you thought it was, lies the secret that would change your life? I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought.

Like the tales of hatred or revenge that peek through the corner of his lashes, oozing an aura of danger. My toes curl against the cold tile, as I will myself to not fall under the spell of the gaze and give away any ounce of emotion that will let him through me. Walking further, I attempt to take a deep breath, only for it to be caught in my throat as Azrael walks from his place right towards me. His feet dip closer, until he reaches me, circling me, eyeing me up and down. The look in his eyes turns dark, as lust oozes from their center. Something that would benefit me a lot to keep him distracted in the game.

It is a respite and somewhat of a torture. My mind involuntarily wanders back to the notebook. What did Kai mean by our father being one of them? One of who? A tap on the shoulder makes me squeak. I turn my head. “What?” Azriel doesn’t verbally say anything, just pushes the tablet he had been fiddling with towards me. When I stare at him, confused, he sighs. “Read the profiles of these people. Be thorough with the details because we need to make deals with them before the alpha king or alpha Aiden does.” I furrow my brows.

And…I couldn’t deny that part of my excitement came from knowing that I got to do it with Azrael. By my side, Azrael was taking in the area with quick flickers of his sharp blue eyes. I saw him noting and cataloguing places of interest with the same keenness I felt. Occasionally, he rifled through the files I’d brought and nodded to himself, confirming some detail or other.