Azul Ashengrotto Novels & Stories

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.

:D - Ashe Alberts

She looked confused at Alessandro whereas he smiled in return. “Would you like to eat ice cream?” His question made her smile and she nodded her head, excitedly, making Alessandro chuckle. “Yes chocolate flavour. Thank you....” she said smiling and Alessandro instructed the driver to bring one ice cream cone from the ice cream parlour. “You won’t eat?” Sabrina asked confused. “I will..... I will share it with you.” Sabrina blushed further as she looked down, Alessandro smirked and took the ice cream from the driver hand and handed it to Sabrina .

Cassian replied him and then moved his eyes to look at Maximus who stared at Julianne like he wanted something from her. “Who is she?” Maximus asked and Julianne looked at him. Not they? She thought and looked behind her to be sure if Marianne was still with her. She moved her eyes back to Cassian and heard him say; “Ash. She’s a newbie.” “It’s Julianne,” she made herself clear and got a grin from Cassian. “Or could be Jules,” the other one said. Funny! Julianne rolled her eyes at the back of her mind. Marianne tugged at Julianne’s cloth again and Julianne asked Cassian, “Where is it?”

He pursed his lips, and cursed under his breath, before closing the warrior's eyes. "Take him away. Ensure he gets a proper burial." Asher ordered, and the guards bowed, picking up the corpse, and carrying him away. "The blade." Asher demanded, and Joshua handed it to him. The slim and sharp surface was covered in drying blood, and the trace of wolfsbane was evident, as the blood took on a greenish, rotting tint. Nonetheless, the hilt is what truly caught the Alpha's attention. It was made of a clear crystal, with only a thin aluminum wire wrapping around it, creating an intricate design. The tip of the hilt itself held a red seal that resembled a bat's wing crossing a full moon.

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.

Zane Callahan. Even from the press box, his presence was a magnet—jet-black hair slick with sweat, broad shoulders cutting through drills with predatory grace. His reputation as a hockey prodigy was only half the story; the other half was whispered in tabloids—secrets, scandals, a past he guarded like a fortress. My hazel eyes locked on him, and a chill unrelated to the rink’s frost crawled up my spine. Those eyes. Green. Piercing. Like the ones burned into my memory from the night my mother died.

While engaged in battle, I might not be able to keep a close, constant watch on her, so her loudness would serve as a crucial signal of her location and well-being. "Ashton no!" she pleads. I ignore her as I focus on our new predator or rather predators as I see that there is not just one of them. I recognize the creatures immediately—Azulraths. That's the name they were given for their deep blue textured skin. They all have a muscular, hulking build with sharp spikes protruding from their shoulders, arms, and back, giving them an imposing and aggressive silhouette. Large, curved black horns spiral upward from their foreheads, framing a snarling face with glowing red eyes. As they opened the

“Do that again.” I tightened my grip. He did, too: his fingers pressed into the hollows just below my ribs, sharp enough to leave bruises in their wake. I hoped they did. I wanted this marked on me. I wanted him marked on me. My mate. The pull of the bond was undeniable. Colours sparked in my mind, invisible but brighter than any I’d ever seen before. He was the first gold of an autumnal dawn and the rich navy of the night sky. He was the bottle green of the pine trees scratching the horizon and the molten, eternal silver of the stars. 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