Azul Ashengrotto Novels & Stories

Dante sighed tiredly making me laugh so hard “And the last person to enter the field is the Alpha Prince of White wolf pack” The MC announced the crowd began to scream as a white Lamborghini drove into the field and a blue-haired guy stepped out of the car and damn! He looked so ethereal “That's Asha, my cousin” Zack whispered shocking me, “Wait what? You're cousins with someone from White wolf pack?” “Hmm” He nodded “Shit, that's cool” I smiled admiring Asha, “So who are you supporting, your cousin or your best friend”

"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.

“Likely.” I stepped forward to the edge of the balcony, watching another section of the west wing roof collapse inward in a burst of sparks. There were wolves that have already shifted, and they were fighting the rogues off easily. But we were more numbered than they were, and I knew that this was going to be in our favor… regardless, I couldn’t care less who lived or died. I was here for one soul and one alone. “Listen carefully,” I called down to the rogue. “When you find her, she is to be brought to me alive. Harmed, I don’t mind. Break every bone in her if you want, but she is going to be breathing.”

I looked at Ivy in front of me in surprise, her eyes practically sparkling. I smiled helplessly. "Don't joke around. My hand is already ruined. What team could I possibly join? "It's true!" She got so anxious that she yanked down her mask, revealing a delicate, strikingly pretty face. "Look. This is a team I just put together. We are missing exactly one jungler. Ash, I've been your fan for a long time. Please, just take a look at us. Our team really needs you."

ZURI POV "Please stand as we move to the next round. Vaals, Glortinon, blue. Peulo, Kea, red. Earth, Cok, yellow. Frole, Hassin, orange. Makskin, Bronkark, Shikaz, green. Please take your seats your second course will be gund bread," the male announcer says with his amplified voice and we stand up.

"No worries, I only need them to see." They smile at me and the boy who said I'm pretty adds, "She's funny, Uncle Ashrac." If only Ashrac had his sensitivity. "And who are you?" I ask. He steps forward with a glowing look. "I'm Botan of the Purple Dragon Clan and I'm four." He turns slightly and places his small hand on his brother's arm. "This is Rotan of the Purple Dragon Clan and he's four too." Rotan brushes off the brotherly hand. "She knows that, dummy."

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

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?”

Sitting at a table with Kyle, Steve, Suzie, and Grayson I cannot stop myself from staring at Alpha Zac as he addresses the pack. I thought Grayson was delicious-looking, but fuck he was just a snack compared to Alpha Zac. He is built like a sex god. He was at least a foot taller than me, with chocolate brown hair that was perfectly tousled. Longer on the top, short on the sides. Piercing blue eyes, the same color as the rivers around us. A slight bit of scruff was neatly outlined on his sharp jawline. I could see every budging muscle under his dress shirt. Corded forearms were showing as his sleeves were rolled back.

The scent has faded under whatever emergency measure she managed in the corridor, but the memory of it remains under my skin like a brand. Ashford is watching her too. I see the exact moment his attention sharpens. Ren is already moving to intercept. The three of us have always orbited the same dangerous centre. Tonight the orbit is tightening. I lift my glass and drink without tasting. The wine is excellent. It might as well be water.