Azriel X Oc Ao3 Novels & Stories

My grandpa said, and everyone sat on the couch. I guess this one is going to be a long one. “As I have told you, Azrael was born 12 years after Madeline. Though Madeline hated her mom Eva for what she did with her, she had a special connection with Azrael, and Azrael didn’t love her any less. It was a beautiful bond that both of them shared, and it won’t be wrong to say that Azrael had helped her in her destruction plan. When I had met Azreal and found out that she was my mate, she was spending her time in the juvenile center of our kingdom. After I convinced my dad that she was my mate, he released her when she was perfectly trained.

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Relaz stared at her with a strange look- five percent anger, twenty percent amused, thirty percent surprised and forty five percent blankness. "Am I supposed to be mad at you that you think I'm a dog who needs to be released every time, or should I be surprised that the one and only Riella can actually be? What? Ashamed? And what-" The sound of glass breaking behind them brought his speech to an abrupt halt, and at the same time, they both turned back to see a smoking-faced Aria. "Frustrations? Release? Are you kidding me?!" "How long have you been listening in?"

Evelyn looked up, blood soaking her face. “You’re no longer Alaric.” “No,” he smiled. “I am the perfect fusion of both worlds. The god you are unworthy to comprehend. Azrael has returned — and your blood, Evelyn, will complete the ritual.” The ground shook. From the ship’s hull, thousands of black-blood energy lances rained down. The entire Abyss District drowned in crimson fire. Lucien shielded her, slammed into the stone wall, his glowing blood spraying in droplets. Evelyn lunged toward him, but he seized her wrist.

Chapter Two. AZAEL BLACKWELL. The redhead with the big blue eyes was moving her hips in circles above me, I could feel my manhood coming in and out of her over and over again, I was focusing, imagining her to be that sweet redhead I've been studying for months, one that, has become the main protagonist of every one of my fantasies, I can't get her out of my head, not until I have her in my hands and make her mine, just mine.

- Azriel - Chasing Lucifer had exhausted many of the angel troops. Azriel expected difficulties with Lucifer and thought of every sacrifice as necessary. 'Killing our kind is a specialty of yours. Soon though, soon you'll feel the same despair we did.' Azriel had setup plans with Cytus prior. He knew the parasite would attempt to go after Lucifer directly, so he made sure to correct the potential mistake. "Go to the highest roof you can. You'll be more useful as a sniper." Azriel had said to Cytus.

I was thirsty for something I couldn’t explain but knew I could get it from him. In an instant, our bodies collided. We lost control for reasons neither of us knew. All I knew was that we shared the same need. We wanted the same thing. I jumped onto his body, wrapping my legs around his waist. One of his hands gripped my waist, and the other supported my back. His glowing eyes darkened, filled with desire, and I felt the same. His jaw clenched, and I gritted my teeth. Despite the cold rain pouring down on us, our bodies seemed to steam with heat. In one swift moment, I found myself trapped in a deep, rough, and wanting kiss with Azriel. ...

The angel didn’t owe me an ounce of loyalty. “We’re on our own,” I said into the bond. Beki gave me a grim nod. “Maybe Hades might want to open up negotiations?” She raised a paw to shrug. “What is this?” Azriel shrieked. My gaze darted to the side, but all I could see amid the sea of bleeding limbs were Azriel’s white wings, which were darkening to a slate gray that bordered on black. He spun around and rushed toward Hades. “What did you do to me?” his high-pitched voice rang through my ears.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: Saphielle’s POV: His eyes tracked my movements as I slowly stepped out of my jeans and kicked the material aside. I reached for my pink, lace panties, but Azrael's hands held mine tightly, stopping the action. I gave him a questioning look. “I'll take that off myself,” he said, voice deeper than usual. “Get on the couch, grab on tight. You'll need it for what I'm about to do to you.”

"Save Cerulean, my love. But promise me that you'll come back to me." Azrael's eyes filled with tears, his heart breaking at the sight of Azazel's anguish. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss against his forehead. "I promise, my love. No matter what happens, I will find my way back to you." They shared a bittersweet kiss, holding onto each other as if their souls were merging for the last time. With one last glance, Azrael turned and vanished through the garden's entrance, leaving Azazel behind with a heavy heart.