Azul Ashengrotto Fanart Novels & Stories

She did not want to waste her chance roasting the man who cheated on her best friend. "You mean you're that Ash-" "Yes... He's that Ashton Grey. The one that owned that big fashion company. AG Atelier, remember? The company used to hold a lot of design contests for art students before. Ashley and I used to participate in those contests before and we often told you that, you know... What a turn of events, Ashley ended up marrying the owner of that company," Hana kept roasting the guy harshly.

Her copper rune-threaded robes fluttered as she turned, eyes locking onto mine with a smile too sharp to be warm. “Elias,” she said, voice airy and bright as ever. “We need your help with a bit of an anomaly.” “Aurelian,” I replied flatly, not bothering to ask. “I heard.” Ashleigh didn’t deny it. She just flicked her wrist, and a scroll snapped open midair between us. “The gate scan confirmed dragonblood. Four times. Same result.” I raised an eyebrow. “And your solution is to… assign me babysitting duty?”

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Aster had already ended the call before he could answer him back. Asher groaned in frustration before he put his phone inside his duffel bag and made sure that he had already packed the things he would need for practice later. Asher quickly undressed and hastily threw his clothes into the laundry basket before pulling a clean shirt from his shared closet with Aster. While closing the buttons of his shirt, Asher saw the words imprinted on his skin under his collarbones. Mi Girasol

Enzo was a thousand little fantasies of mine, each one more perfect, more dreamlike, than the last: the damp curls sticking to his temples; the firm muscle of his chest and abs and shoulders; the scrape of his stubble, the pleasure-pain of his bites… My fingers darted to the buttons on his shirt. I rocked my hips against him as I worked, deftly undoing them, trailing my fingertips down each new inch of tanned skin I exposed. Dark ink streaked across his chest and, as I shoved his shirt off entirely, it took shape. The outline of it was a wolf, its head thrown back in a howl, but its body was made up of mountains and evergreen trees. More whorls of shadow and ink surrounded it in an abstract

She said, and I smiled, taking a step back to look at myself in the mirror. I fixed up the small broche that was in my hair, it was a scorpion one, and ensured that my jewelry was adjusted properly before taking a step back just as I heard Arturo walking inside the room. Seeing him, the stylist, hairdresser, and makeup artists walked out of the room, leaving us alone. I turned around to look at him and he smiled, crossing his arms over his chest as he held a small blue bag in his hand.

In my mind? Is this day going to get any worse?. However I decide not to freak out, to at least see where all this is going to. Because I really need answers. Desperately. "Okay, so who are you? And why are you in my head?. Wait...better question. How on Earth are u in my head?" "We share a bond Azura. I can communicate with you through that bond". The sweet voice said again. Is that really necessary? That happens in real life?

The color was not flat, but seemed to shimmer and deepen, reminding me of the night sky. "Your mark is healed." I smiled softly, taking in the full image of Asher. His large build leaned against the tub, the water lapping at the muscles on his stomach, the cobalt mark standing out against his creamy skin. Strands of his hair had gotten wet, and clung to his forehead. He looked like a fallen angel, carrying the weight of this pack on his shoulders, somehow managing to withstand it all. 'It's the exact opposite of Tristan's.' Maya pointed out. She was right, where Tristan's was the color of fresh blood, Asher's was the color of the midnight sky, set with hues of black and indigo. Both were str

I shut the door with my foot and stared at him, the way one might stare at a Ferrari being used for mud wrestling. “Do you realize you’re letting a three-year-old Picasso with vandal tendencies turn you into his canvas?” He looked from Ash to me. “He needed one. I needed a laugh.” Ash snorted. “Papi said his face is expensive, so I made it more colorful to add value.” “And you just let him?” I asked, setting my bag down and stepping further in, still mildly traumatized. Zane shrugged. “You know I never say no to raw talent.” His nose had a green stripe, his left cheek was slashed with red like war paint, and across his forehead, in all caps, someone had written: BOOM.

Mateo Garcia, a linebacker on Darkling’s football team griped to a brunette guzzling beer like it were water. Lightning fast, I struck. His t-shirt was damp and smelled strongly of sweat and sex but held strong as I gripped it in my hand and pulled him in close. The liquor on his breath was putrid at best, a mixture of cinnamon and something fruity. There was a sweet undertone that reminded me of cotton candy, and instantly I knew. Darkling University’s linebacker was on Wolfsbane. “The girl you’re talking about; where is she?” I demanded, fighting the urge to smash his face into the tile, forcing my voice to remain smooth and calm.

I say. Asher smiles, sliding the bottle back under the bench. As he does so, I take a moment to assess him. I'm sure many girls would find him attractive. The sharp features, those eyes and that dark hair he doesn't seem to mind keeping completely unruly. Nope, he is not my type. Asher looks at Jasper expectantly, but he holds his hands up defensively. Almost instantly, the Alpha of Desire's eyes flicker back to me. "Not even some Bacardi?"