Azul Ashengrotto Fanart Novels & Stories

Nero’s deep voice follows, teasing him as he pretends to let the crab escape. “You’re too slow, Nereo!” Nero calls out, laughing. “Come on, you’ve got to be faster if you want to catch it!” I turn to watch them, my heart swelling with love. Nero’s crouched down in the sand, grinning as Nereo shrieks with laughter, trying to outrun the little creature. Seeing them together like this, carefree and happy, makes everything we went through worth it. “Mamma, look!” Nereo shouts, waving his arms in excitement. “I almost caught it!”

He was fine for just a while ago, then what went wrong? my heart racing as Sage pleaded with me to leave. "Lyra, please; I don't want to hurt you. You have to go, now." But I couldn't move; I couldn't tear my eyes away from his desperate gaze. "Sage, what's happening to you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He growled, his eyes flashing with a feral light. "Just go, Lyra! Please!" But I stayed, my feet rooted to the spot, as Sage's body began to contort and shift. His eyes protruded, his nails lengthening into razor-sharp claws. I screamed as he pounced, pinning me to the ground with a snarl.

"No… no, that's impossible…" Renato muttered as he lunged forward, clawing at the name carved into the headstone. Blood seeped instantly from beneath his fingernails. "This isn't real… Ellen, come out! Stop playing!" The gravestone shook under his grip, nearly toppling—but the name etched into it would never change. Suddenly, something seemed to occur to him. Like a madman, he dug through his pockets and pulled out half of a photograph, pressing it against the stone.

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.

The collar rune around my throat snapped—light cracking like glass. It dissolved. Mara’s face twisted with rage. “No,” she hissed. “You don’t get to—” “I do,” I snapped. I turned to the black-water seam and spoke the only command that mattered. “RETURN.” Ash surged—not upward, not outward—*sideways*, into the water like a hook. The black water fought, swirling, trying to swallow my ash. I clenched my jaw and pushed. “RETURN HER.” The water bulged. A shape rose.