Azul Ashengrotto X Reader Novelas e Histórias

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.

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 even raised it to my chest, and he encircled my nipple with that ice. I was startled and giggled when Azul sucked one of my nipples. The coldness of it made it tingle, and it only made me more excited. The ice melted, and he looked at me, smiling. I also smiled at him. His head lowered, and he kissed me passionately. I chased after his lips when our lips parted. He laughed and took another ice. His hand traveled over my body. He did the same, and I shivered a little.

But the problem is, my mind and my mouth never seem to agree. "I know you're Valtor" I announce. Asher rolls his eyes "yeah-" I don't let him finish "I know about The Book of Sacrimboniamat, and you being a Necrif, and the Eron, and Eribiss." I say confidently. Asher's eyes widen, I can tell he's getting worried, satisfied I continue

“You gonna fix that too?” Luca growled, gripping Ash’s jaw, forcing him to meet his gaze. “I’m gonna ruin you.” Ash’s laugh was breathless, disbelieving, but his eyes darkened, his body arching into Luca’s touch. “Promises, promises.” The elevator ride was a blur of teeth and hands, Luca’s back hitting the metal wall as Ash dropped to his knees this time, his fingers shaking as he yanked Luca’s jeans open. The first flick of his pierced tongue over the head of Luca’s cock had Luca’s head thunking back, a filthy “fuck yes” torn from his throat as Ash hollowed his cheeks, taking him deep, swallowing around him with a wet, obscene sound.

The floor is cold against my knees, but the woman crouches with me, graceful despite the bones jutting from her spine like half-grown wings. She reaches into a pouch hanging from her belt and pulls out a thumbful of ash—not black, not white. Red. She dips two clawed fingers into it and touches my brow. Her claws are warm. She draws a spiral fang over my forehead—pressing the shape slow, deliberate. A symbol. Not a spell. A memory. “The tether’s either going to break,” she whispers, “or bury itself in your spine until you forget your name.” The stone under me throbs. The air tastes coppery, like breath drawn through rust.

I sighed as sparks lit my skin like fireworks. Quickly I unbuckled his pants taking him by surprise."What are you doing?" He growled grabbing my hands and pinning them by my head. I whined before answering him. "I'm tired of games Asher! Take me already!"Asher's eyes filled with lust that knocked my socks off... if I were wearing socks!