Azriels Obsession Novels & Stories

She wanted to wipe that smirk off his face Or maybe she wanted to taste it. Damn him. Damn her. Enzo clapped his hands togracingether. “Alright, lovebirds, let’s focus. We’ve got an empire to burn down.” Serena’s heart was still . She could not allow herself to be in a bigger trouble because she had always been drawn to dangerous men and Lucien is top in that list.

Ara was a ball of sunshine before his arrival and now had reduced into a victim. Jenna gripped her drooped shoulder in a tight hold, making her look up into her eyes. "He'll kill you if you wouldn't," Jenna said in a serious tone. Ara's face paled with dread. "He is obsessed with you, Ary. He wouldn't let you go ever. I have seen the way he looks at you. He thinks you belong to him," Jenna said from her own experience. She internally shuddered, remembering her own past. Obsessive men are more destructive than a mad animal. They don't know the limits,"

This someone has been forgetten back then, this someone destroyed me before. But today, he will dominate me again, hunt me and become his obsession this time. In Vlaze Kingdom, I am the Vampire's Obsession. NOTE: This story is a work of fiction. Names, Places, Incidents are only imagination of Author. Any resemble real names, places, co-events and locals are just coincidental. Thank you! God bless! Ps: plagiarism is a crime

“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.

Long enough for the anger in his chest to settle into something heavier. Then he stepped back, sat down on his bed, and stared at the wall, his jaw locked and his hands still fisted listening to uneven breathing and knowing, with sickening clarity, that whatever had hold of him was already wrapped too tight. Azxel was desperate to be with Sky. He had gone in too deep and to say, he was obsessed. Azxel was far more than obsessed. He had learnt to love the darkness radiating from Sky. It was something, Jaelen didn’t expect to do but….

Gavreel pov The drive to the school was longer than I expected, why do I feel so tired, I feel sleepy, this human body is feeling funny, I never felt tired or sleepy. maybe that is the reason many Angel refuse to come to earth, An angel posing as a human is also a test for Angels, .. finally, we drive into where can only be called Blue Blood, the school compound is very spacious, with multi-color building, beautiful flowers, you can't help but look around...

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

I hear him apologizing as he moves out of the center of the aisle. Her phone drops to the floor with a clatter. Moving like lightning—as usual—he bends down, picks up her phone, and hands it back to her. She doesn’t take it; her mouth flops open like a fish as she takes him in. Yeah, he has that effect on most females, but this is different. This isn’t awe. Noah is still holding out her phone, and she snatches it out of his hand. WTF? Before I know it, I’ve eased in closer, moving slowly as I browse the Zinfandel selection, one eye on the pink wine and one on them.

"If I’m so dangerous, if I’m the reason they are coming, throw me out. Let them have their Lilith and leave your pack in peace." Zayn turned, a dark, twisted smile playing on his lips. "And give up the only thing that has ever made me feel... different? No, Ariana. You belong to me. Whether as a mate, a curse breaker, or a breeder, you are mine. I would burn this entire kingdom to the ground before I let a ghost king or a coven of hags take what is in my grasp." A sudden draft swept through, despite the windows being shut tight. The candles flickered, their flames turning a strange, sickly violet before snapping back to orange.

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