Azula Novels & Stories

It was as if they were welcoming royalty into their home. “Welcome, spero che il viaggio fin qui sia andato bene.” Seraphina Vitelli came up to me, hugging me and kissing my cheeks “Yes, the drive here was fine, thank you,” I forced a smile. “Well then, come, come!” She was quite beautiful, looking at her from up close, she had light green eyes and platinum blonde hair, which suited her perfectly. She looked so much like her daughter, except for the hair. “I’m sure you’ve all met, this is Elia,” she motioned to her husband, “my children, and your husband, who doesn’t seem to want to greet his wife,” she said the last part sternly.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 The sky over the Alps didn't just darken; it bruised. The transition from the pristine white of the mountain peaks to the deep, unnatural purple of the descending fleet happened in the space of three ragged breaths. Maya stood in the knee-deep snow with the burner phone still pressed to her ear, listening to the dial tone that sounded like a funeral bell.

Azula had a fair complexion just like Summer. Summer was Caucasian with white genes, and that made her look much fairer than other women in Sea City. But Azula was a woman from Mountain City, and her fair skin was a blessing from God. Azula was beautiful with a bewitching aura. She smiled beautifully, but her smile always looked a little desolate. “Yesterday, the MacDuff family came and looked for me." Jasper said faintly. Azula, who was squatting, was stunned for a while and said, “Because they have offended your wife, and you had to let them lose everything?”

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

Aurelia chose to stand, "Ayasu, forgive the dark princess. She is unfamiliar with our customs." Ayasu stared into Aurelia's eyes. The yellow eyes gaze reminded her of Zinjo's, "You are the reason my son left. I was worried you would be a fragile thing." Zinjo kept his head bowed and remained silent. Aurelia rolled her eyes, "I am far from fragile," Her tone carried the ice of a Shadowfen winter. "We seek access to the broken plains." Ayasu chuckled, "Why on earth would you go there? Nothing grows, and it's filled with the black sand." She took a moment to scratch the Al' Miraj behind the ear.

MIRANDA Ace rolled off me, breathing heavily with beads of sweat coating his flushed skin. His hair that was long at the top matted over his forehead and those stunning hazel eyes were hooded with exhaustion, "I'm wrung out," he regretfully grumbled on a breath.

THREE MONTHS LATER "I don't feel good, Suzy." Athena said in a worried tone while looking at Aurelia's flawless peaceful face. Aurelia was born with undefined beauty and they were so beautifully defined at such an age. She got blonde hair from her mother but with a beautiful golden shine. Just like her name. Her eyes are honey golden as well. They have the power of grasping everyone's attention in them. "What's wrong, Athy?" Suzanne asked in a worried tone while stopping what she was doing.

"Like look at Skyla’s eyes. They aren’t like her Mom or Dad's." I nodded. "Yeah, her eyes are a lot greener than ours." I replied, glancing at Mom. Azura nodded in agreement before she got up and hurried over to Skyla. "Let’s watch something different." ‘Amore Mio, that question was a bit fucking odd, don’t you think?’ Alejandro’s voice came through the link. ‘What do you mean?’ It wasn’t odd, I was wondering where Azura got her dark hair from… He looked at me but didn’t say anything more.

Montana - Northwestern United States. At the top of a high mountain, a pair of eyes as bright as lightning was gliding fast, watching from afar and then approaching. Those crystal blue eyes were Azura Helen's. She is the one tasked with guarding and protecting the territory of wolves. In other words, wolves are Azura's race. Azura has a beautiful and seductive face like a goddess and the pink and white skin of a 23-year-old girl. She has a sexy body and is full of life. All the men looked at her lustfully and wanted Azura for sex.

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"