Azriel X Oc Ao3 Novels & Stories

Beads of sweat trickled down my brow, my body poised for one final leap, one final surge of energy that would carry me away from this wretched room and the clutches of Azrael who sought to possess me. But just as victory seemed within reach, Azrael's voice cut through the tension, his words laced with a sinister undertone. "I have restrained myself for far too long, Alyssa," he sneered, his voice echoing in the dimly lit chamber. "But no more. Your resistance only fuels my anger." My eyes widened with a mix of fear and anger. How could love, if that's what he claimed, manifest in such a twisted manner? I had seen glimpses of Azrael's affection over my time here, but they were entangled with

Kael felt it. I saw the moment it hit him fully. The moment he understood. The moment something inside him broke. His voice dropped to a whisper. You bonded her. Azrael stepped closer to me. Deliberate. Claiming. Yes. Kael’s eyes snapped back to mine. Aria, tell me this isn’t real. I held his gaze. And didn’t lie. Ofcourse It is. The world went still. Then Kael smiled. Not softly. Not kindly. But dangerously.

Beneath their feet was polished stone, soft with age, etched with shallow spirals like water had once pooled there. In the center: a shallow black pool, still and unbroken. No reflection showed on its surface. Not of sky, not of flame, not even of themselves. Azriel stepped toward it, drawn not by curiosity—but recognition. He leaned over and looked. What stared back wasn’t him—but a version of himself carrying all seven flames. Not as weapons. Not as burdens. But as voices. His arms bore names. His eyes shimmered with threadlight and starlight and something more ancient than both.

Lucian’s POV I watched Azriel’s arm go around her waist. I went completely still, my eyes went to Azriel’s face and I saw it. He was very genuine, he wasn’t doing anything wrong. She wanted to slip and he caught her, right? But Kairos wasn’t interested in that objective thought. All that he saw was another male touching his mate, and he hadn’t for once liked Azriel and that was enough reason for anger to triple the anger that thrummed through me.

Emotion shone openly across her face, and she no longer tried to hide it. Every heartbeat pulled me closer. Every breath weakened the last of my restraint. Then, all at once, her body stiffened. A soft gasp escaped her lips as everything became too much. The bond. The closeness. Me. Instinct took over. I lowered my head and carefully placed the mark against the side of her neck. Not enough to hurt her. Just enough. Azerbel gasped, her body trembling as the bond settled between us. The connection struck with overwhelming force.

A tan-skinned man with a scar over his left eye was the first to ask a question: "I have been wondering, are you Peony Crimson, the fallen Luna of Blue Moon?" Azriel was a first-degree mage and Eve's top apprentice. Maybe he was an assistant serving Elenor as her second-in-command. My heart sank as he referred to me by that name. My forehead twitched as I gave a short nod. Elenor chuckled sweetly, patting Xavier's shoulder playfully. "Your jokes are funny. Why did you pick up a girl from another pack and bring her here?" Her green-forest eyes found me, scanning and assessing my entirety.

Dragon scale" A yellow aura covered the spearwoman as she twirled her spear and dragged undead at their backs. The crystals from the spikes fell apart from the puppets' shields, dangerously close to Dora and Eryl. "Purify now!" "I-I'll try." Sana brought her hands together and released her aura around them, but the crystals continued to spill onto the ground and the particles flew into the air. "Seriously… Hey, bossy girl, do it!" He shouted at Freya. For a second, everyone else flinched and glanced at him, as if to tell him to apologize to the one standing above them all. But the young girl, a little surprised at first, smiled and clasped her hands.

A rough huff of amusement leaves him before he drops to a crouch in front of me. Every particle of oxygen whooshes from my lungs as I look down on his huge frame beneath me. He's so close to my dripping pussy, I am mentally begging him to just slip my leggings down and– His hands slide to my sneakers instead. “You’re soaked through.” He means from the rain, but isn't wrong. Warm fingers wrap round my ankle while he unties my shoe, and the intimacy of it makes my stomach twist violently. A man like Leon Marcello should not be kneeling in front of me taking off my shoes with those huge tattooed hands.

Just like three years ago, Zoey was always the one who lowered her head and compromised in the end, no matter how far Rachel and I crossed the line. I thought it would be the same this time. But I was wrong. Zoey was no longer the same person from three years ago. She had Ashford by her side, and that man had given her the confidence I could not. He helped her out of that messy situation where she had to keep proving herself and getting her to safety. I felt like a joke standing there in front of them. When Rachel screamed in court that she had liked me for twelve years, I only felt cold all over, as if something disgusting had wrapped itself around me.

The air was thick with the ozone of magic and the heavy, sweet scent of blood. The bond synced them perfectly, their movements creating a barrier of lethal intent that no soldier could breach. Aziel looked at Lior during a brief, desperate lull in the fighting. His face was streaked with blood, his armor shattered, but his eyes were alight with a terrifying, unadulterated passion. "Whatever ending comes," Aziel shouted over the din, "I am with you! The bond has taken us beyond the prophecy, beyond the reach of the elders, beyond the very concept of death!"