Azul Ashengrotto Novels & Stories

“Nonna’s already yelled everyone to the table. You two can keep arguing about babies later, in a different time zone.” Zoe lifted a hand at the camera. “Bye, Uncle. Bye, Pretty Auntie. Don’t forget to make Ash a little sibling, okay.” “Zoe,” Krystal sounded tired and furious. “Stop.” Ash waved both hands. “CIAO! I love you guys… but I also love gelato.” The call ended, the screen flipping back to my own reflection. Messy hair, slightly tired eyes, cheeks that were, yes, a little red.

I heard Levi yell at him. I could see more of the clearing now. In the distance was Ash's dragon. He had black scales that shined almost blue in the light. I could tell he was huge because he seemed so big even in the distance. His body was coiled around a large crystal ball full of dark smoke. "Brontus can't hold it together for much longer. We can't filter it all fast enough either. Ash this serious. You need to get help." Levi's voice sounded so serious. A deep worry laced his tone.

I frowned and Alessandro’s eyes met mine as a confused expression masked his face. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and that was when my vision blurred. And catching sight of my reflection, in the window ahead, I couldn’t help but frown when my eyes turned into a deep shade of violet. My heart raced, and Aurora kept her eyes on me before the compass’s needle started turning around in a speed that frightened me.

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

"We're so glad you're here! And I’m Angela by the way” Mrs. Mickelson smiled, her eyes shining with approval. "Angela, dear, go call your brothers and your sister." She nods before walking off. We sat in silence and just as Angela came back with a group of shirtless men each of them oozing dominance and fineness my eyes dropped on a set of familiar deep blue eyes. Shit.

Azerbel went into the bathroom to change. A few minutes later, she stared at herself. The dress was beautiful. There was only one problem. It was far too big. She gathered the loose fabric and stepped outside. "This doesn't fit." Genaro looked up. His gaze stayed on her for a moment. Azerbel became uncomfortable. "What?" "Nothing." "I'm changing back." She turned. "Wait." Genaro stood. Azerbel watched him approach. He picked up a belt from the bed and held it out.

Her wings emerge slowly from her back, unfolding with painful elegance behind her in massive arcs of silver and midnight blue, each feather threaded with magic that catches the dim light filtering through the trees like living starlight. They are breathtaking. Not delicate. Not fragile. Powerful. Ancient. Different than before. Beautiful in a way that almost doesn’t seem real. And then I see the scars. Thin silver lines cut through sections of the wings, old injuries that healed badly, damage that should never have touched something so extraordinary. My chest tightens instantly. Someone hurt her. Repeatedly. Nyxara notices where my attention lands and instinctively shifts, trying to pull the

She replied with a smile. "That's huge for you, congrats." "I bought a gift for you to show you my appreciation." She said bringing out a medium-sized box from her bag. "I...wanted to get something expensive for you, so I got you this." Philip accepted it with a smile and opened it, then he brought out a pen, which had his surname CRUZ engrafted in the body of the pen. "I figured out that you love writing because of the letters you send whenever you want to inform anyone." The both of them laughed and Philip took another look at the pen. It was beautifully blue, with some engrafted designs on it.

She couldn't believe she was about to cry. Maybe she wanted to cry because she was frustrated and not because of Henry or Annabelle or something, she tried to convince herself. She picked up her food. "Come on" She said to Henry who was still seated. He couldn't believe their lunch was almost ruined by Charles. As Ashely made her way to leave, Charles gripped her hand. Henry's eyes glowered and in a flash, Ashely saw the color of his eyes change to purple. In a flash, the color of his eyes were back to normal. He pushed Charles so hard, he staggered backward and let go of Ashley's hand.

Aubrey ran in after him but she had run so much and accidentally pushed Matteo a little bit hard causing him to mistakenly bump into a black guy who turned out to be blaze. "Can't you watch where you are going?! "Blaze yelled as he glanced at both Aubrey and Matteo. Aubrey Instantly started to shake fearfully while Matteo stood his ground and apologized. "I am sorry, me and my friend weren't watching where we were going, " Matteo said. Blaze sized them up from head to toe , he smirked after seeing their shabby thrift clothes. "You guys must be a new scholarship student here " blaze said with a cunning smile on his face.