Azriel X Oc Novels & Stories

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.

He flashed his teeth as he growled, “Fuck. I want to watch you play with yourself some time.” My eyes fluttered as my body reacted to his words. Gods, he knew just what buttons to push. It was wholly unfair. Still straddling Draco’s lap, I watched as Azrael removed a vial from the pocket of his crumpled breeches. As he poured its contents onto his fingers, my breath hitched. It was oil, slick and glossy beneath the dazzling moon. As Draco palmed my bare breasts, cursing under his breath, Azrael brought his lips to my ear and chuckled low, “Did you not think I’d come prepared?”

He stated, “You really are not scared of death, are you?” “He won't be mad, because he won't find out. Her scars will be well hidden under clothes and the potion will heal her alright. Unless you want to tell him.” Athaliah remarked with a raised eyebrow. Azriel kept silent for a moment, a battle going on in his head. Afterwards, he said, “I don't know what the hell this is, but it ends now. Wrap it up and do a good job because if the alpha comes asking, I wouldn't cover your sorry ass.” He said and walked out the door, leaving Athaliah to her devices.

Break the rules and we kill you, why sugarcoat it? Before Hexton can get another word out, one of the competitors steps forward, frantically unzipping the back of her bodysuit and pulling her headpiece off revealing her face to a shocked crowd. She’s new to The Tournament and goes by the codename Azrael, named after the Angel of Death because that is exactly what she is. She prefers to give people painless deaths, allowing them to just go peacefully in their sleep. I feel perhaps Hexton invited her this year just to shake things up. The fact she gives people such painless deaths indicates an amount of compassion many of us don’t possess, which doesn’t make her suited for this type of thing a

Chief Azriel might have been the epitome of courtly graces; pleasant smiles, compliments, and all but in the sparring ring in the training yard of the Unity Rock that afternoon, he was a grim-faced killer. And when he turned those deadly instincts on Naomi... She had to throw up a shield as fast as possible the second she stepped into the ring because Azriel seemingly decided it would be a perfect time to put her magical reflexes to the test and throw a ball of fire at her.

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.

” Noticing that I haven’t even made an attempt to speak or even move -since I was practically unable to even breathe anymore- she only continued, “Ookaaay, first things first,” “In case you were wondering, the reason why Azrael isn’t a fallen is that he’s...Well let’s just say he’s not your “regular” Archangel like the others, since he’s one of The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and all that shit... And since his grace is practically bound to my soul...Uh...let’s just say that as long as I’m alive, he’s...He will still be his...usual self...” Even though that last sentence left me feeling somewhat confused -mostly by the way she so evasively explained it- I however chose to mainly focus on

she said, and raises an eyebrow. Ouriel let out a breath, “Thank you for understanding.” “I’m the only understanding sibling when it comes to you.” Azrael said and laugh. Ouriel frown at her. When she stops laughing, “Okay, what should we do?” and Ouriel smirk at her