Azulon Avatar Novels & Stories

“Very well. Stand and tremble.” Celine glares. “Speak.” Ellis lifts his gaze. “None of you are the true Luna of Wolves-Heaven.” The words strike like a whip. “That is impossible,” I whisper. “How dare you question our place as Lunas?” “It is the truth,” he says firmly. “Violet is the only true Luna of Wolves-Heaven. Not you three.” Rage surges through me. “She is a servant… and you choose her over us?” “She is not a servant,” Ellis replies. “She is bound.”

Seeing Ravyn in such a weakened state only fueled Zamonte's frustration further. "Retreat with Liriene. If you stay here, I can't focus. I'll handle the rest on my own!" Zamonte bellowed, his voice echoing through the air. He swiftly accessed the screen on his ring and commanded an all-out emergency air driving shot from the AB shoe. As Ravyn staggered into the air, Zamonte's leg became enveloped in a condensed, sky-blue aura, transforming into a dark blue hue. With a powerful push kick, he aimed at Ravyn's other foot, propelling both her and Liriene soaring high into the sky.

“Another point that's making me go gaga. I should have the liberty to call him however I like in a little while but with that wretched thing living in the pack house now, my chances are almost at a zero!” Wretched thing. Again, Raven should never hear that. Azul got on her feet and pranced around. “All my life I have trained to be Luna of Chesterfield Pack, even against my own wish, and now that I'm fully ready to step into the shoes, there's suddenly a lookalike wannabe Zoey taking my place.” I exhaled and dropped my bowl. “Ten years, Azul. You trained on and off for ten years.” “That’s more than a lifetime to me. Ten years is a significant amount of years!”

Azraiel’s Gamma, Theo was on his knees bowing in front of his mate, the Luna of the Blue Orchid Pack. Theo lifts his head a little, his eyes shine with unshed tears. He looks straight into the black wolf’s eyes and says, “Alpha!”

Al’ik said with a weak smile. “Al’ik no, I am almost fully recovered, I will handle the beast myself, do not do this” Azulthaël demanded, stepping forward and grabbing Al’ik by the arm. “Is that so?” Al’ik replied, raising an eyebrow, quickly rapping Azulthaël in the ribs, watching him wince in pain, “seems like it is nowhere near fully recovered.” “I am trying to find any other option than this, you don’t know if it draws too much power and you fade” Azulthaël replied, his reply full of emotion.

And I'm guessing you know about the prophecy. Benjamin nodded with thoughts running chaotically in his head. He knew of the prophecy, and he had left his son twelve years ago in search of the avian hybrid. "We're screwed. She's unstoppable. Only a teal werewolf whose eyes glow differently from any other werewolf can liberate us." "I don't think she's unstoppable yet. She can't even control her powers." "Then now's the time to strike!" Benjamin said and exited the room after locking it from the outside and taking the keys.

"Azriel is a beast, Skylar!" "Azriel is a warrior creature from Otopia, he had quelled all packs in Otopia with his mysterious powers, he isn't stopping there, he had vanquished and whipped out packs from different lands. They said he shifts into a beast but no one had stayed alive to tell the stories and even those who saw what he looked like, their memories were always blurry" Ivan explained.

I hesitated, the familiar scent of his old leather armor causing my inner wolf to search for the ghost of the warrior who had once sworn to bleed for my survival. Aziel flicked the glowing ash into the snowbank. For the first occurrence since his liberation from the Bloodmoon Iron Hold, he initiated direct, unforced conversation with my beast. "My claws have officially assumed command of Zoraya’s paternal tech-sector. Of late, my engineers have been drafting a joint vanguard defense project alongside the Calder Dominion." "To what end does that concern my path?" I replied, my voice achieving an even, chilling stability that surprised my own core. Aziel studied my face, his gold eyes register

Azul’s sword was enchanted—and that pretty much applied to the rest of his armor. He had enhanced strength, durability, focus, resistance, and most importantly, speed! ~ZZTZZ!~ His blade crackled with electricity, the energy coursing through his entire armor, creating sparks that danced around him. Azul held back from using his [Lightning Field] Skill early on, since stunning the enemy wasn’t necessary for this particular task. His role was to distract and lure the enemy in while his partner, Fey, handled the rest. However, Azul found such a complicated maneuver to be a chore, especially given their formidable opponent.