Azriel X Oc Ao3 Novels & Stories

It was also dry, which also made it difficult to talk. "Yes baby, I'm really here!" "I thought I would never see you again! I'm so sorry.... I thought I would never see you again!" Azrael said as the tears streamed down his face. He didn't even realize his body still had any tears left. He wasn't sure where it even got the moisture to produce them. As he looked at his handsome mate he felt him. That's when he realized everything that happened in the cells was actually real. He felt Zion just under the surface looking at his mate for the first time.

This was no ordinary soirée; it was an event orchestrated by Azazel, a captivating demon prince with an aura of mystique that both intrigued and unnerved her. As she sat at her desk, attempting to concentrate on her work, Olivia's eyes repeatedly wandered to her phone, as if hoping for a distraction from the whirlwind of emotions inside her. Each notification sent a jolt of excitement through her veins, but it was quickly replaced by a tinge of apprehension. What would Azazel's message say? Would it hold clues about the true nature of the party, or would it only add to her mounting confusion?

Ariel I lead Mirabel to my special place, the huge stone around the river and sit on it while she remains standing but faces me. The beautiful woman doesn't want to get her white dress dirty. "I have looked everywhere for you, I could feel you close but I didn't realise you were the hybrid mated to the alpha who everyone is talking about," She says looking at me with tender eyes. I'm sure they say all the horrible things about me. Glad I haven't heard about any of them.

"You came here to tell me you choose Maze!" Guilt pierces Azrael's angelic features, and I dig my eyes into his face, hating how I find him so attractive. His violet eyes are kindled by the stars, adding that exotic look to his otherwise pale and creamy skin. Blonde curls are hanging down into his face, and I take a deep breath as I remember how it felt running my hand through it. "That too..." Azrael is staring down the floor to avoid making eye contact with me. "But I have other information I think you should have. Maze told me something interesting,"

Aurora let out a long deep sigh and croaked out, “For that pighead, Teetee is just a means to get ‘The Heart of Magic’.” Sitting beside her, I held her hand and said, “His loss… Tiara is a charmer… she will always have people to love and care for her.” She gave me one of those wholehearted smiles that lit up her eyes. One of my personal favorites. “It doesn’t matter what Tyson thinks about Tiara, we all love her more than anything else in the world,” Zarina added, leaning over to gaze at our angel. Aurora exhaled deeply and nodded her head. “I am not going to waste my precious time thinking about that D*** head. I have more important things to do.”

Azriel commanded in an utterly casual tone of voice, as if he were only showing a drawing of a natural landscape. Isolde, with trembling fingers, turned the paper to the second page. There, the strokes of the drawing were far more bold and wild. There appeared a sketch of Isolde sitting leaning back with her pair of plump legs forced wide apart. Azriel's head was depicted as buried between the mounds of Isolde's large breasts, as if nursing greedily there. Not stopping there, one of Azriel's hands in the drawing appeared to grope downward, with detailed fingers depicted as penetrating Isolde's sensitive vagina area.

"If I’m so dangerous, if I’m the reason they are coming, throw me out. Let them have their Lilith and leave your pack in peace." Zayn turned, a dark, twisted smile playing on his lips. "And give up the only thing that has ever made me feel... different? No, Ariana. You belong to me. Whether as a mate, a curse breaker, or a breeder, you are mine. I would burn this entire kingdom to the ground before I let a ghost king or a coven of hags take what is in my grasp." A sudden draft swept through, despite the windows being shut tight. The candles flickered, their flames turning a strange, sickly violet before snapping back to orange.

The love in their eyes made me feel that this trip through the human world had been more than worth it. I slowly closed my eyes. Right before they shut completely, I had a strange feeling and turned my head toward the narrow glass window in the door. Through it, I saw a handsome face with red eyes and trembling lips. It was Cole. My vision, my sense of touch, and my sense of smell began to fade as I waited for death to take me. Seconds before I lost my hearing too, I heard people shouting my name from all around. In the midst of all the noise, I caught one voice that wasn't loud at all. It should've been clear and cool, but right then it was hoarse. Its owner called out, "Izzy."

Layon shrugged, though the amused smirk on his face said differently. "Don't even try and deny the fact that woman is a conquest of yours!" Angel snarled at him, far more vicious than she'd expected herself to be. She stumbled to a halt, stunned by her own reaction. "What's the matter? Jealous?" he rumbled with laughter but before Angel could protest, he began to shake his head, "I've never been with Fuchsia but her sister Violet, well, let's just say they both took a shine to me."

I asked, feeling a little irritated. “I’m saying that if you keep on being persistent Leslie,” Azrael took a step, and with the tip of his finger, he raised my chin. “I might break my anti-omega law and do something we’ll both enjoy. Apart from your eyes and size, you’re a perfect replacement.” I pushed Azrael, who stumbled back before I raised my middle finger. “Go to hell, you arrogant self-gratifying Asian!” I shouted before I turned my back and stumped out in a fit of rage.