Azura X Corrin Novels & Stories

In my mind? Is this day going to get any worse?. However I decide not to freak out, to at least see where all this is going to. Because I really need answers. Desperately. "Okay, so who are you? And why are you in my head?. Wait...better question. How on Earth are u in my head?" "We share a bond Azura. I can communicate with you through that bond". The sweet voice said again. Is that really necessary? That happens in real life?

Azura's pitiful voice came out. "I can't zip the back of my dress. Can you help me?" The corner of Vincent's mouth curled up slightly. Azura's shyness is always the cutest moment. With the help of the staff. Beautiful Azura in a new dress stood in front of Vincent. She matches the dress very well. She has a fragility that makes others want to protect her. She is as pure as the morning sun without any dust. Vincent stared at her, making her blush in embarrassment.

Azura raised her staff and hit it on the floor as it generated a force field which almost deafened Cora as she went to her knees, covering her ears with her palms "Cora! Are you alright?" Cole squatted next to her as she struggled to stand up properly. She staggered backward while Cole supported her. Azura continued to fix her gaze on them with a deadpan face. "She can't hear you. I will have to fix her" She said and walked to Cora and touched her ears, mumbling some words. Then she let go of Cora while Cole spoke to her gently. "Cora, are you all right?" "I'm fine" she said as he saw blood coming out of her ears.

Andromeda said, she was looking intently at the floor and avoiding Claire’s intent gaze. “Have you seen the news?! You were with THE Azrael Thorne Execroz! WHAT…” the brown-haired woman huffed, her violet eyes were filled with rage, she was betrayed by this woman! “What have you been doing with him?!” she was basically screaming at the sullen woman.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Winning would increase the company’s value. That was why Corren had been working closely with Florence. She was known as one of the best players. Online, people called her Azura. The unbeatable one. Only—She wasn’t the best after all.

I was about to turn the doorknob when suddenly the door opened and hits my forehead, slightly taken back by the sudden opening of the door, I put my hands to my forehead slightly feeling dizzy. "Hey! I'm sorry, shit! Roana?" Corro said, his eyes widened shocked from what happened, he hurriedly run near me and held my waist to support me as he checks my forehead. "Are you okay?" He asked as he was still checking my forehead. So, this is the way huh? Thank you, God, for letting me hit my forehead and this opportunity. I felt a sudden urge to smile regardless of what happened. His brows furrowed when he noticed me smiling.

The night her village was reduced to ashes, Thalynne lost everything. Her parents were slaughtered. Her pack was wiped out. And she was dragged away in chains to serve the ruthless Were King, Ragnar, the very monster she blamed for her family's destruction. For years, revenge became the only thing keeping her alive. Then fate played its cruelest joke. On the night Ragnar is meant to claim another woman as his mate, the Moon Goddess binds him to the one person who would rather see him dead. Her. Overnight, the slave becomes the Luna of the kingdom she swore to destroy. Ragnar insists the bond means nothing beyond producing an heir. Thalynne refuses to forgive the king w

The engine shut off, and the driver’s door opened. I took a deep breath. This was the moment—I would greet him with a smile and show him that despite our last fight, I still cared enough to welcome him home. Azriel stepped out, tall and broad as ever, his presence impossible to ignore. My chest tightened at the sight of him. He looked tired but as striking as always. His eyes met mine for a brief moment, and something unreadable passed between us. Then the passenger door opened. I froze. A woman stepped out. She was stunning, slim with dark hair cascading over her shoulders, dressed in a fitted blue dress that looked like it belonged on a runway.

She continued, her firm voice captivating Darius’s mind. Sabrina hated Delilah, she detested the sound of her voice. She couldn't believe the same voice would save her and fill her with happiness. Heaving a sigh of relief, she relaxed the moment Darius pushed Beatrix aside. Hurrying to embrace her, she wrapped her torn clothes around her to shield her bare body from the merciless cold that engulfed them. “Don't forget, Darius, Azara Storm is my twin sister. And we have unfinished business. I want her as much as you do.”