Novelas y relatos de Azriels Obsession

GABRIELS' POV I tried to calm my raging nerves as I watched Kayla storm off in front of me. I could tell she was pissed at me for interrupting whatever the hell that was with the man outside who seemed to be eye-fucking her with his leering eyes. But she wasn't the only person about to lose their mind. I was two seconds away from turning back and blowing his brains out for even exchanging words with her. I had no idea when my…fascination for Kayla grew to this extent.

Everything was happening too fast. Aria was halfway to Azrael now. Through our bond, she sent waves of love to both her mates, along with a sense of finality that made my blood run cold. The memory of losing her mother played again — the pain, the emptiness, the years of wondering. She wouldn't let that happen again, no matter the cost. “Such devotion,” Azrael purred. “Coming to trade your life for mommy's? How predictable.” His free hand rose, dark energy gathering around his fingers. The corruption in his power had grown stronger since our last encounter. It felt like rotting flesh and fever-dreams, making several nearby warriors gag.

Shortly after, I slowly walked towards the succubus and pulled out my Short Sword stuck in its head and pointed the bloodied tip towards Nebuchadnezzar II. "Your next!" The General gritted in anger, "What the hell was happening?" Hadeon, on the other hand, doesn't seem to mind if Azriel is a monster in his own right. He was simply furious. Frustrated by the fact that he was treated like a nobody by a monster. He has no choice but to stay down there, clenching his hand, unable to do anything..... "This humiliation….."

he instructs as I nod. He opens the first door and walks in closing it behind him. I sigh observing the room closely , the dark black interior with red-wine color touches feels really deep and weird but it also speaks alot of how Azriel really is. A mystery , Azriel is a deep mystery. No one can predict what he will do the next moment , I've myself seen his mood change suddenly in short time periods. " Hey kitten , let's go." My thoughts break as he smiles walking to me.

Azriel released his arousal and slammed directly into her wet channel. "Aahh," the girl was still coming off her orgasm. Azriel didn't wait for her to breathe and started thrusting into her with a madness of a beast. He didn't care they were in a library that was currently occupied by many people. He didn't care they were doing it out in the open. He didn't care they could be caught. His hot stiff rod continued to ram into her dripping cut. He took a fist of her hair and curved her head up. His eyes were darkened with feral intent and screamed lust and possession. He devoured her mouth and let her taste herself on his tongue. Down below, his beast rutted her mercilessly.

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 was deeply obsessed with me and wanted to get rid of Isaac, I couldn't allow it. I heard the door open and I knew it was him because he imitated the sound of a little bird towards me, it was not necessary because he had already noticed his presence. I had nowhere to run and no way to run away, I was very stupid to go straight to her cave. I was one step away from going crazy but I tried to pretend serenity, I began to probe what was within my reach and I saw a scissors on the desk next to me. I turned around and faced him, Ezra was leaning against the doorframe and looking at me with an amused expression.

I warned Zen, staring at him dangerously. Zen appeared unprepared by the loath in my eyes. He clenched his fists. "Like hell, you will get fire for that," Zen said calmly. Claire was enjoying the drama, standing calmly in a corner. Zen took Claire's hand and lead her toward the throne. The arena began cheering again, getting excited. The oracle commenced the sermons for separating my wolf from my body. I couldn't find Alex anywhere as I looked around desperately. Suddenly, the chaotic atmosphere got quiet as the sound of the war drums pierced through the air of the arena.

His emptied mind was like a hallow-barrow, closing his eyes without much thought. He was thoughtless as she filled him with desires, the desires of wanting more than just a kiss. All his love for was like that empty barrow. But because it was hallowed… it was like a bottomless pit. He was that hallowed-bottomless barrow, always wanting more and more from her.

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.