Azriel X Oc Ao3 Novels & Stories

The thick smoke engulfed me, and my breathing became labored. The inhaler in my hand was nearly empty. I took one last deep breath and closed my eyes in despair. A wave of bitterness washed over me. I should not have started this ill-fated relationship.

(Elijah's POV) I stared at my mate, Ariel, I watched the confidence ooze out of her. I was excited for the showdown between her and Igni, I was not the only one excited. Junior, my dick was excited too. My dick hardened in between my trousers and I had to move a little to conceal the boner, I was fucking hard and I could cum just by watching the confidence, boldness, and brilliance my mate was radiating while twirling that pistol.

Gathering every ounce of adrenaline left in my body, I shoved him back with brute force. He stumbled slightly, but instead of getting angry, he started laughing—a dark, unbothered sound. Is he even human? What kind of monster have I gotten myself entangled with? “Stop fighting it. You belong to me,” Azrael said, smoothing down his clothes. “Accept your role as my plaything, and I will give you everything you desire.” “I REFUSE! I’D RATHER DIE!” “You really don’t want to make that choice.” A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes as he walked back to his desk. He opened his laptop, clicked a few keys, and turned the screen toward me.

“I could say the same for you. You sure know how to operate a woman's right buttons.” A deep laugh rumbled out of him as he rubbed his fingers down mynajed back. “Should I take that as a compliment?” He asked, looking at me in amusement. “Well, I meant it as a compliment… so feel free.” I said with a wink. Azriel chuckled, his chest rumbling against my cheek. “Consider it taken then,” he replied, his voice laced with amusement. He shifted slightly, propping himself up on his elbow and looking down at me with an adoring gaze. "You know, being with you like this feels like an intoxicating dream. I never imagined that I could experience such passion and connection with someone. At least not aft

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.

Chapter 36- The Haunting Ghost. AURELIA POV I was in trouble. Deep, serious trouble. The kind of trouble that couldn’t be fixed with moon bathing, therapy, or an emergency tub of ice cream. Because somehow, Azrael Fucking Zephyros was pushed front and center into my world and was slowly tipping my whole life off its orbit. The man was everywhere. By everywhere, I mean, EVERYWHERE. I would look up, and he would be right there, clad in a black suit and parading down the corridors like he owned the world. Technically, he did. But fuck.

Zion told us more about his father and the dark king's close relationship, I could tell he admired their evil work by how he spoke and my skin crawled. " Those were great men," " They were killers," Azriel barked. " Aren't we all," Zion smiled tightly. I could feel Azriel's alpha aura roll off him in waves and I put my hand gently on his leg to calm him. " What is your plan here?" Azriel asked. " Well, this is a family reunion," Zion smiled and I nodded at his word, making Corey cock an eyebrow in interest.

When I open my eyes, I see my doom. Azriel standing, practically glaring at me while holding Aiden by the collar. His eyes have turned obsidian, with rings around the dilated pupils. “Azriel, let go,” Aiden growls, wrenching away from his hold, but Azriel’s gaze is not on him, was never on him. It has been pinned on me. My heartbeat ratchets up as I stand frozen, wishing for the past few minutes to be erased before I realize. “It was mutual. He isn’t forcing himself on me if that’s what you think,” I blurt, which in retrospect was a wrong thing to say. His fingers wrap around mine, his grip tight before he yanks me towards him.

I heard Azrael say from right next to me, right before she replied, “Yes, yes, you were just following the half-breed. I know,” She knowingly smiled, flipping on the table what seemed like a tarot card, only it had some weird symbols instead of the usual descriptive drawings. “Her soul is bound to yours... Interesting...” She muttered mostly to herself, not sparing a single glance at the card lying on the table, still keeping her gaze fixated towards the window. Okay, this is getting seriously weird right now. She then flipped yet another card, just like the last time, not even bothering to look down at it and with a deadly serious tone, she said,

Slowly, impossibly, Azriel stepped closer. The black smoke reacted instantly, surging toward him like a predator sensing prey. Gasps erupted across the courtyard, but Azriel did not stop. He continued forward until only a few feet separated us. Every instinct inside me screamed danger, yet another part of me—something deeper than instinct—felt no fear toward him. That contradiction terrified me. His eyes searched my face with unsettling focus, lingering as if comparing what he saw to something buried in memory. Then he spoke, quietly enough that only the three kings and I could hear. “Interesting.” Kael frowned. “What is?” Azriel’s gaze never left mine. “She’s fighting it.” My breath hitched