Azriels Obsession Novels & Stories

Zara was at the top of the stairs, her eyes wide, her hands raised in a defense spell. Her gray aura was more visible now, trembling with fear. “Mortyss?” Her voice was a squeak. “What do you want? I don’t…” “You know what I want.” I advanced, and she retreated. “You touched her. You tried to bewitch her. You tried to invade her mind.” “I was just… I was doing my job…” “Your job.” My voice was ice. “Someone paid you to attack a Lilim bonded to me. And you accepted.”

He let Allistair tremble against him, allowed the chaos to bleed through, but anchored him with a devotion so complete it bordered on obsession. Michael and Zadkiel exchanged a glance across the room. Zadkiel's wings stirred in a restless movement, as if he sighed. "He's not doing this because he wants to," Zadkiel murmured low, his voice heavy with exasperation. "He has to… or Allistair will destroy himself." Michael's arms were folded, wings folding in a tense arc. "It's madness. Utter madness. And yet. it works."

it was obviously a kitchen. Walking steadily towards the coffee machine, Hazel stared at it, contemplating whether or not to make coffee for herself... she loved coffee. in the end, she had mad a hot, creamy cup for herself, and steam rose from it. She closed her eyes and inhaled, savoring the sweet aroma of coffee and milk. She was so engrossed, she didn't realize Damien had walked into the kitchen.

He took a dramatic sniff and held his nose. “It’s none of your concern, Alistair.” “Your cousin?” Lily asked. “Duchess Lovelace, my cousin, Crown Prince of Arendel Alistair.” Lily had to stop herself from raising another eyebrow. Instead, she channeled all of her etiquette lessons. With an impassive look, she held her hand out. Stone-faced she watched as Alistair took her hand and placed a kiss on her fingers, a twinkle in his eye.

She says softly without looking at me. I face Zion once again, forcing him to meet my gaze. He lets out a grunt, tensing beneath my touch, his shoulders heaving as his eyes collide with mine. The blackness in his eyes starts to fade as the amber rings around his pupils glow brilliantly, holding me captive. The intensity of his eyes scorches my skin, cutting through me as sparks fly between us, and I can't bring myself to look away or catch my next breath— let alone blink. Something grips my heart when the color of sapphire blue returns in Zions' eyes .

"You will be punished for it. " Suddenly he froze. Fragrance.... The scent of blood hit his nostrils. He saw Tashfa lying face down. Why was he seizing himself? Why was he testing himself? He could irrigate himself from her blood but there was something that was stopping him. "Zami" he muttered as he walked away and immediately Zami appeared. He was at his service. "Get her out of here, No harm to her" He stopped talking. Zami's changing color and tightly pursed lips was a sign that he was barely in control.

he snarled, “you are mine. Why are you not understanding this? YOU ARE MINE!! Think before screaming at me.” Tears spilled freely down Petal’s cheeks now as his hold tightened, her lips puckering involuntarily from the pressure and pain. The room felt suffocating, each second stretching endlessly as Sebastian’s obsession consumed him. His voice dropped to a harsh whisper yet thunderous in its intensity, “Why don’t you fucking understand? You don’t have a choice anymore. You have become my obsession, Petal. That obsession doesn’t allow letting go. Your fate is sealed with mine. You are mine, damn it!” He slammed his palm on the wall beside her, the impact reverberating through the small room.

“It did. And I would go through it all again if it meant ending up here with you. You are my greatest adventure Liana. My forever.” We sat in comfortable silence for a long time, just holding each other as the waves whispered against the shore. Then I felt it again. That old familiar chill. I sat up slowly and looked toward the cliffs in the distance. There, standing perfectly still against the darkening sky, was a new figure. A silhouette watching us from afar. Not moving. Not hiding. Just watching. “John,” I whispered, my hand tightening on his arm. He followed my gaze and went still. “I see it. Whoever it is, they are still out there. The obsession never truly died. It just changed faces.

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Shoving down the pain, I donned an oily smile and batted my lashes. “Funny you say that considering he’s the one obsessed with me. The guy watches me sleep and doesn’t even try to hide it. I’ve woken up with my hands around his throat every morning and I swear it’s almost like he enjoys it.” There was something very unhinged about Azrael, and the attention starved bitch living in my chest loved that his sights were set on me. Level-headed Blakely felt otherwise. She wanted to be free of these gods, and free of the curse.