Azul Ashengrotto Novels & Stories

As soon as Ashleigh left the field, I was on high alert. I knew she was here to be with her friends and brother, but I couldn't help but feel a little smug every time she looked my way. I could feel her eyes on me every damn time. Ashleigh was sitting there all beautiful in skinny white jeans and a red singlet top with a leather jacket. She had taken off the jacket as her back faced the sun to capture the warmth. The struggle to want to go and claim her was so very real, especially when she was there teasing me the way she was.

We laughed more every other days and have fun with Hailey at school. “I’ve never done these things before,” Angelo suddenly said while we are on the school building’s rooftop to see the golden sunset. The golden light seems like a phone filter touching our skin. Everything looks golden and beautiful, everything the sun’s light touches. “What things?” I asked and tried looking at him. He climbed up on the barrier that I almost freaked out. Gladly, I remembered he isn’t human. “Making fun of people,” he answered. Hailey copied him and sat on it raising both her feet playing with them.

Aurora: “Angelina, what is going on?” I asked, frowning when my stomach hurt me more than it usually did. My baby, feeling my nervous state, grew more nervous by the second, kicking me as if his life depended on it. “I don’t know, Alessandro asked me to stay back…” Angelina frowned, before a choked cry escaped her lips, and following her gaze, my jaw dropped at the sight. My mate, Dante, held a limp Anastasia in his arms. Her hand, which would have normally been on her stomach if she had any control of it, was limp in the air, and blood, her blood, coated her clothes and my mate’s, making my lips quiver.

She ended with a warm smile. I got home feeling more confused than I was before I left, why is it so hard for her to tell me about Achun, she said I was still second person Achun is ever telling her real name, but why do she need to hide her real name, Azul…..what's the meaning of Azul and why does she have to hide her name?

I could feel it clearly—life draining out of my ravaged body. When she'd had her fill, she climbed off me, satisfied. Her well-manicured fingers picked up a piece of silver from the table, then dropped it onto my face with disgust. "Useless thing," she sneered. "Bones so brittle. Can't even take a little roughhousing." The door creaked open. Vince Benedict, the brothel's manager, waddled in with his massive gut leading the way. He pinched the silver coin between his thick fingers and blew on it. Then he gave my limp leg a hard kick with his black cloth boot.

Captain Nankor paused for a moment. He was visibly affected when he took a big gulp of his beer and then let it rest on the table again with a loud thud. Dominik, and the others around that were hearing the story braced as it seemed this part was going to be hard... Aisha's favorite color was turquoise, it combined perfectly with her skin and her eyes. She didn't like it because of that, but Iskar thought it was just perfect for her.

“And why are you dressed like a college student living off ramen coupons?” Zake pointed at Zoe. “Blame her. She attacked me.” Zoe smiled proudly. “I’m strong.” Zenna stared at her for a long moment… then my sister’s lips curved just a little, quick as an eclipse. “Of course you’re strong. You’re Krystal’s daughter.” Zoe ran up and wrapped herself around Zenna’s leg without a shred of fear, something even our longtime staff wouldn’t dare do. Ash, who had been quiet on Mama’s lap, looked up with big curious eyes. “Abuela…” He pointed at Zenna and Zake, confused. “Who are they?”