Azur Lane Prinz Heinrich Novels & Stories

“And Ace?” “Pacing your new throne room like a caged tiger.” She bumped my shoulder. “He’s worried you’ll jump.” I laughed hollowly. “Not today.” *** The war room smelled of mildew and betrayal. Maps plastered the walls, red Xs marking graves we’d yet to dig. Ace leaned over the table, his knuckles white on the edge. “The Azuras control the northern shipping lanes. We choke those, we choke their cash flow.” Dawson spat out a sunflower seed. “Or we blow their yachts. More fun.”

Loyalty to her pack defines her, yet every instinct warns her that the dragon court is one vast territory fight she cannot win by tooth and claw alone. Aurelia, Sea-Dragon Princess of the Leviathan Isles — Eyes as deep as trench-water and hair that shifts like tide-foam, Aurelia carries the hush of ocean trenches wherever she goes. She slips through waterways beneath the palace at night, surfacing in unexpected courtyards, observing more than she speaks. When she finally chooses words, they arrive like a rising tide—slow, inescapable, and impossible to ignore.

Those eyes are the pure blue-green of the ocean which can drown anyone in its current, along with its long curly eyelashes like the waves which can pull you in its depth. But then suddenly there is a knock at the door. I immediately look away, my heart beating fast as if I’ve just committed a grave sin. Eren’s eyes narrowed. “Let me see.” He gets up from the couch and walks to the door. I follow him and stand behind. He opens the door and I smile as I see the least expected person. Azure Heredia. “Azure.” I say which makes Eren frowns. “What are you doing here?” Azure is breathtaking. He is of white skin, with azure blue eyes. His face is squarely shaped and perfectly shaved. As for his hair

the Prince said coldly. Elder Lura bowed and hurried out of the room. She knew Prince Zumir was displeased with her behavior. Thankfully, he didn’t kill her. The session had taken two hours. One of the Prince’s attendants waiting by the door gave her coins and gold. She bowed in thanks and vanished through teleportation. Prince Zumir stood before the large mirror in his room, wiping the blood from his neck with a clean cloth. His neck was completely adorned. Earlier, he had instructed Lura not to color the design red—only the natural ink color was to be used.

Excitement and hope filled the air as they embarked on their journey back to Watch Point, with Aziza as their guide, ready to face new adventures and possibilities on their quest to find the cure. Inside the carriage, as it pulls away from the shelter, Nerissa turns to Aziza with curiosity shining in her eyes. The princess gracefully signs, "I am Princess Nerissa of Tritania. What's it like to be the daughter of a Serpent Handler?" Aziza beams at the princess, her fiery red-orange hair glimmering in the soft light of the carriage. She gives a short bow from her seat, showing respect to her fellow mermaid. Then, using the graceful Aquasign, she conveys her response, her expression radiating w

Ben said pointing towards the maps. “Thought so. Anyways. Ok so if we narrow this down by the War locations, it automatically eliminates our Hawaii location. I’m not going to rule out St. Lucia just yet. It is really far south but it’s still within the vertical lines of the first and last wars.” I was pointing out the small island to show where St. Lucia was while Ben was looking over the other 2 locations that Charlie had helped us come up with.

“And that one?” “That,” Azar said, lowering his voice slightly, “is a special ship. It belongs to King Mikan, the Slayer assigned to the Grenons of Osca.” Avi felt her stomach tighten. The last thing she wanted was to cross paths with a royal, especially him. Azar noticed her reaction. “Does the idea of possibly seeing the King around here make you nervous, trainee?” he asked. “No, sir,” Avi replied quickly. Lees snickered. “I think it’s the royals in general that make her nervous.”