Azur Novels & Stories

“You and your friend should not have come here. Nothing good ever happens to Alphas here at Azure.” “What do you mean?” She looks around again, in a voice so soft that it almost reminded me of the Consort’s voice, she whispers, “The reason why Azure is rich and can afford all of these beautiful things is not because of some donation. Azure primarily focuses on trade.” “You trade medicine,” I say. “Right?”

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

All you had to do was look close enough. Not even a second later Zion showed up, appeared out of nowhere with his wings unfurled and an angel dagger in his grasp. We were on the bridge that connected Hell to the mortal realm. The sea of lost souls raging beneath us. Everything was bathed in a majestic golden glow. An illusion of beauty to disguise the wickedness of this place. Zion's eyes instantly found mine, sweeping over me. When he saw my tear stained cheeks his eyes turned obsidian, a purple glow radiating off him that wasn't only visible to my eyes but Lucifer's as well.

AZURE Present time. As I poured out my story to the Forenbach family in the cozy wardroom, I could sense the genuine empathy in their eyes. Zeke, Beatriz, Royce, and Francine listened intently, their expressions a mix of curiosity, compassion, and a desire to understand. Zeke, with his authoritative yet gentle demeanor, leaned forward, his hands clasped together. "Azure, your journey has been marked by hardship and pain. I commend your resilience and strength in enduring such trials."

The other angel said. “Uzmael?” I was surprised when I heard the name Uzmael and remembered what Michael told me. “Uzma, thinks he is higher than God” But Lily is Uzmael. Well, I am sure that she didn’t know it, like me. I didn’t know that I was an angel before. If Lily is Uzmael, well who is the owner of the white smoke? Michael will better know this but I haven’t seen her since I pushed her away.

I nod to her at that how could I say anything against that. Arurora walks in the kitchen and we stop talking. She looks beautiful, she has put on a bit of make up to cover her bruises like I would be bothered by that she is beautiful with or without them. She has a lovely blue jumper on that clings to her figure and makes me want her that much more.

Dennis countered, and with a gesture, he highlighted the list and said, "Computer, accounting for Item 13's specifications, classified and otherwise, in relation to transport average speed, carrying capacity, stealth, and time of activity, determine destination." Immediately, the big map monitor on the wall became active and zoomed in on the Arctic region. Numbers, presumably representative of the factors Dennis had listed, ran across the screen alongside the list. "Destination determined with ninety-seven percent match accounted factors," the AI announced a few seconds later. Dennis smiled when he saw what coordinates the AI had picked out. "Miss Months, gather the kids," he said, "looks li

Washington, DC, United States of America A girl who has a tall stature, a beautifully sculpted nose descends from a new black car. The Ferrari 005, the black car caught the attention of several people who were still passing by on the golf course. The girl who was wrapped in an Adidas sports top looked down at her wrist, then stepped the ladder into the large building in the US.

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.

He asks "It is." Arizer states "No it isn't not anymore anyway." "Wait it has healed already?" "Looks like you got Scarlet's healing ability too.