Novel & Cerita Azriels Obsession

A final display of magic power turned the whole division soundproof and then her tail grabbed him by the neck like a living whip, reeling him into the sacred place of ecstatic devotion that would become his addiction until the end of his mortal days. Azure stood at the end of the doorway. At moments like this he knew that it was his curse to have supernatural hearing. He wanted to talk to Hannabelle but it seemed that she was busy in procuring a new plaything altogether. She was demon. The Archdemoness, nonetheless and there was nothing that she would do to get away from it. Even when she was an angel she wanted pleasure and now that she had it for a millennia or even more she seemed to be m

I can feel my neck slowly bending until I see the aisle I am walking on. I am bowing to the demons I wanted to kill. “Don’t be stupid, Mireya,” I felt my eyes sting as I tried to regain my control. My palm curled as I tried to escape whatever spell Azrael had cast upon me. I had exhausted all my energy but I was still under his control. I can hear his footsteps getting closer and closer and the next thing I knew he was already standing beside me, his head bowed like what I’m doing. “Be patient Mireya. Revenge takes time,” he whispered then he smiled and held my hand.

I pressed my hands hard against his chest to stop the bleeding, but his eyes were already starting to lose their light, he used his very last bit of strength to lift his arm and press a cold, old brass key right into the center of my palm, closing my fingers over it tightly. "Don't trust anyone, Azrielle, you have to run and stay hidden from the public eye," he gasped out, his voice fading into a tiny whisper as he looked right into my eyes, and his final words were, "Especially the Kingsleys, they are behind everything." His hand fell completely limp against the sheets, his eyes went wide and vacant as the heart monitor beside the bed let out a long, continuous beep, I fell onto his chest,

“You show up, get me off, vanish. I’m starting to feel like a booty call.” There was a silence that followed, thick with tension. And then, right in front of me, the shadows folded inward and he emerged from them. And he was fully formed. Not smoke or half formed this time. Azariel stood in the middle of my tiny living room, impossibly tall, broad-shouldered, all heat and menace and perfectly carved body. His skin glowed faintly, like dying embers of flame. Horns curved back from his forehead. His eyes were molten. Not red but deeper. Like lava under glass.

Everything about her, every action, every movement, was under his scrutiny, under his control. His obsession was all-encompassing. And the worst part? She wasn’t sure if it was fear or something else entirely that made her tremble whenever he looked at her like that- like she was the only thing keeping him tethered to this world. Azrael’s shadow wasn’t just following her. It was wrapping around her, pulling her under, drowning her in the dark waters of his obsession. There was no escaping it, no escaping him. And the deeper she fell, the harder it became to remember who she had been before Azrael Sartori had claimed her as his own.

I hollered, stood up to approach her but she immediately moved backwards really fast, still having her face to me. I attempted to move closer but she brought her hand forward, "stop!" She yelled, panting like I was the demon of a horror movie trying to catch its prey. "Please tell me what's wrong so we can sort it out." I inquired, fully trying my best to stay calm. "Is it because of some goddamn fucking obsession that you decided to paralyse my parents by spraying that gas? Just so you could get your stupid desire." She hollered, tears rolling down her face.

Ansel was always like a frozen-hearted man. Xander was increasingly convinced that Ansel was totally overpowered by the charms of Ae Ri. His senses had gone away because of being intoxicated with love. What if Ae Ri was really Qeiza? Xander was still doing his investigation. He had to gather a lot of evidences before revealing all the facts that he knew about Ae Ri to Ansel. “Leave me alone!” “Did you kick me out?” “That’s good if you realized it.” “Okay. Just enjoy meditating in the dark!”

When I open my eyes, I see my doom. Azriel standing, practically glaring at me while holding Aiden by the collar. His eyes have turned obsidian, with rings around the dilated pupils. “Azriel, let go,” Aiden growls, wrenching away from his hold, but Azriel’s gaze is not on him, was never on him. It has been pinned on me. My heartbeat ratchets up as I stand frozen, wishing for the past few minutes to be erased before I realize. “It was mutual. He isn’t forcing himself on me if that’s what you think,” I blurt, which in retrospect was a wrong thing to say. His fingers wrap around mine, his grip tight before he yanks me towards him.

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.