Azul Ashengrotto X Reader Novels & Stories

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.

He inhaled deeply, the scent of his mate driving him wild with desire. "What is your name ?" Unfazed by the apparent shock on his mate's face, he tilted her chin so he could look at her face, taking in everything about her, from the blonde hair that framed her oval face to her large, luminous green eyes, down to her luscious, pouty lips. "Olivia Grant," she replied breathily. She knew she should be scared, if not a little anxious. "I am Asher Blackwood, and I am your destiny. I am the Alpha heir of North America, and I am making you mine tonight." After making the announcement, he lowered his head and covered her mouth with his.

She tried to scream, but the seal still held her mouth shut. I moved without thinking, stepping between her and the crack. My copy laughed, bitter. “Hero.” The hand flexed. The chains in the cage whipped toward it like they were desperate to be held. Then the hand reached for me. Not my wrists. My throat. My wrist mark flared hot. Ash surged up instinctively, a black wave slamming into the crack. The hand didn’t retreat. It pushed through the ash like it was smoke. Fingers brushed my throat—cold as bone—then tightened.

There was a search button at the top and he clicked on it then inputted the id, it brought out an icon only, he tapped on the icon and the website entered a chat interface. A ghost appeared at the bottom of the screen in the chat interface floating up and down amd Asher figured it was the icon indicating if the other party was typing or not. He was right because a text entered few seconds later, the username of the sender was redsun, the message read; ‘Hello dear curious reader, we’re glad you made it this far. Something popped up asking Asher to pick a designated nickname before he could reply the message. He thought about it for a while, then picked The will of Aura, aura was almost litera

The wolf surges through him like a storm breaking open. His claws extend fully. His eyes glow molten gold. Mine. The word ripples through the air with such intensity I almost feel it physically. The hunter holding my wrist notices it too. His grin fades. “Uh—” Rowan reaches us in two strides. The force of his attack is brutal. He slams into the hunter hard enough to send both of them crashing across the warehouse floor, Rowan ripping the man away from me with a violent twist that ends with the hunter pinned against the ground beneath his claws.

Even when he found out Stella had cheated and was carrying another man's child, he only said to me, calm but firm, "Just divorce her. You and I will live our own lives." He had never once thought of harming anyone. Stella's eyes turned red. She stepped forward and kicked me to the ground. "I saw it with my own eyes. How could it be fake? "And because of that old man, Zane was weak even in the womb. That's why he has night terrors. "So your father's ashes must stay." The pain in my abdomen was unbearable, but I still clutched the urn tightly, refusing to let go. The taste of blood rose in my throat.

Charlotte was sitting quietly on her bed after the session with Matt. Her conversation with the Beta kept echoing in her head. “Alpha Azraiel is a Trueblood…!” The white wolf is Azraiel…...Azraiel is the white wolf…. She suddenly sat up straight and went to the pile of books beside her closet. The first book was about shifting, so she kept it aside….second was the same…..but the third… There it is…. She picked the third book and opened the index. Moving her index finger down the page she stopped when she found what she was looking for. Quickly flipping to the page number she climbed into her bed and leaned back.

He continues sarcastically. I shift turning my head at what I presumed was empty space but instead I see a set of flowers in different color. I think about five of them are violet, another five are deep red, another are white and five more are blue. I carefully pull out a violet one and a paper falls onto the floor. Ash bends over and picks it up smirking. Something tells me he has already read what it says. - You smile like a follower but not only with your lips but with your entire being. You're so beautiful my flower. Sweet dreams.

"I want to sleep with you!" Ashton replied instinctively, without a single moment of hesitation. "Huh?" Lucia widened her eyes in surprise, never expecting Ashton to be so direct. She lightly bit her lip, a mix of embarrassment and anger washing over her features. She then glared fiercely at Ashton and said sharply, "Please show some self-restraint, Mr. Gray!" Lucia was definitely attracted to Ashton, especially since her Soul-Devouring constitution perfectly complemented his Drakeborne lineage. Their proximity sparked undeniable chemistry, eliciting an instinctive physical response that left them both craving a deeper connection.

“You expect me to believe she hasn’t noticed how different we are when we touch her? When we move inside her? No way. Unless her brain is made of fog.” Atlas chuckled under his breath. “Maybe it is. Maybe that’s why she clings so much to Enzo. She thinks he’s the anchor in all of it.” Enzo smirked faintly but didn’t deny it. “She is clingy. Too much, sometimes. Arguing with me in front of the servants like she owns me. If only they knew…” Ash leaned back, his grin turning sharp. “If only they knew she’s owned by all of us. That she’s bent beneath each one of us and never once realized the truth.”