Azriel X Oc Novels & Stories

I have decided to own up to the power within me and not hide anymore. Fenriz is a powerful Alpha, and if I am going to stand at his side or stand up to him, I need strength of my own. /“I love this new attitude of yours,”/ Ahmya giggles. /“And all it took was an orgasm to bring it about.”/ /“Ahmya!”/ I say while feeling absolutely mortified. /“That is NOT the reason!”

The mountain itself seemed to be waking to the intrusion, groaning under the weight of so many unwelcome footsteps. Caleb muttered darkly, “I officially miss normal wars.” Aria stepped toward the center of the platform. The moment she crossed the outer ring of symbols, the entire chamber reacted. Light surged through the carvings beneath her feet, racing along ancient lines like living fire. The underground river surrounding the platform began glowing brighter, illuminating the cavern in pale white-blue light that reflected off the crystalline walls. Then the mark on Aria’s wrist ignited. Ryan felt the impact of it through the bond immediately: a wave of heat, raw power, and crushing pressur

"That's it lil princess. There's really no need to be upset darling. No need at all. Your friend did what any normal human should have done in her place. It is hard to process. Remember how you reacted when you saw yourself. So you just need to understand. She's scared but that does not make her a bad friend " The mysterious voice was absolutely right. I was busy feeling betrayed, I forgot to think of how terrifying this must have been for Rachel. Suddenly I was calm, the room temperature back to normal, and when I opened my eyes, the glow was gone. Weird. "Phew, glad we got that settled" The voice said and I just shook my head. "How did you do that? What happened?" "Your powers define you A

"Let me in, brother, let me help you... this path you have chosen, it will consume you. You cannot do this alone, no matter how much you want to..." "...The Ceruleanian you yearn for is no ordinary resident in Cerulean but the Prince. He is Azrael, the direct descendant of the first of the Four Great Gods. This means he not only shares the celestial essence with Obenis himself but has a soul linked to the Third Heavens." He paused for a moment before continuing. "It cannot go on, Azazel. This cycle is doomed to failure. Yes, you can send yourself into the Great Cerulean Palace Halls unnoticed, but once you do as little as share a kiss with Azrael, you both shall begin to transform, taking in

The sweetness explodes in my mouth, and I savor the flavor. Azrael nods with unbridled enthusiasm, his extraordinary ombré eyes flashing with joy. His eyes, a striking feature he shares with his sister Astria, are truly one-of-a-kind. The ombré effect creates a mesmerizing gradient as if the colors are bending and adapting to the surrounding light.

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.

I hung yesterday's clothes on a low branch and hoped the breeze wouldn't carry them away, as there was nothing to weigh them down. I couldn't come up with any explanation for why Azriel had acted that way last night. It felt as though he was under some kind of spell. The same intensity from Vegas, but this time it was even more unfiltered. It was like he had released a restraint. I shook my head and leaned down to draw circles in the sand. "I think you'll be better off drawing a distress signal," Azriel's voice encouraged out of nowhere. I turned back to see him casually walking toward me. He was still in yesterday's clothes.

He blinked and his eyes showered his cheeks. " Give me water, " Ace head snaps towards the voice, Asher stands beside the fridge that he can't reach. He looks towards where Oren was standing. Where did he go? " Why are you crying?" Asher asks and looks at Ace, who was trying to wipe all of his tears. " onions, " Ace says and Asher shrugs and points at the fridge. " I want water, " He says again. Ace gets the bottle out of the fridge and pour a glass for him.

The smoke from the light beam cleared, and for a heartbeat, I thought it was over But then, a low, guttural growl rose from the shadows of the darkened cave. Azrael crawled out of the crater my light had made. His skin was charred and peeling, and one of his massive wings hung limp and broken at his side, but his eyes were glowing with a terrifying, murderous purple flame. He wasn't dead. If anything, the pain had made him faster and more dangerous.

“Sorry, luv. I didn’t mean to be such an arse about it.” Creighton clears his throat and moves towards a large table. “All bantering aside, why are you two here?” Azazel puffs out a breath and moves towards the table with a loose stride. “I’m here because my mate is the siphon that Marael is using to end the world.” My stomach tightens at his words. Even though I know that I’m the siphon, it still pains me to hear it. Azazel must notice my discomfort because he extends his hand towards me and gives me a gentle smile.