Hazel Fanart Novels & Stories

"Kitten, I have one more thing plan for tonight." Hazel was already so happy and overwhelmed, she couldn't think of anything else that could make the night more perfect than it already was. "Yeah, and what's that?" "Look behind you," he stated simply. Hazel twirled around and gazed upon the 120-inch flat screen. There were a few words that kept running across the screen, it took Hazel a few seconds to cypher the message. It read; Hazel Valentine, will you please be our Luna?

She said. “ Yes.. Don't you know that Werewolves and Vampires marks their mates ” Hazel said giving her a ‘ everybody knows this ’ look. “ I know that.... Have Kayden marked you ? ” Muna asked. “ Yes ” Hazel said as a blush tainted her cheeks. “ Can I see it ” Muna said. “ Sure ” Hazel said then she pulled down the collar of her dress and pointed “ There ” She said and Muna narrowed her eyes at the spot she pointed and she could see a name written there like a design.

she lifts up her eyebrow and takes a glance at the brochure she takes at the hotel lobby before they headed out. "You like to see some art?" he asks. Hazel takes another bite and she remembers at how good Aaron's with his painting. "Not really. But, Aaron.." "Hubby," Aaron interjects her with a grin on his face. "Huh? What?" Hazel frowned. "Call me hubby, wifey.." he said again. Hazel chuckles and smiles afterward. "Okay..let's see.." she clears her throat a bit. "Hubby, last time I saw your painting, it's superb. Can you portrait me?" she blinks her eyes a few times with a wide smile to him.

An evil smile danced on my face. "Hey look, Haze just walked in" Bianca nudged my elbow "I'm leaving" I stood up to leave but Haze spotted me and walked up to me. Haze was 2 years older than me, he was good-looking and quite charming, some of the girls here either wanted him or Warren or Kayden. Haze's signature look was his hairstyle, the base of it was black while the upper part was dyed Electric blue, he also had a slit on his left eyebrows.

The doors parted to both sides as Hazel sauntered into the welcome lounge, orange hair pulled up in a high ponytail with eyes that shone with health, thanks to the antidote that was tucked in her bra. Her pink lips curled into the congenial smile Sush so often saw, but there was a glint - a flicker of knowingness in those eyes she used to trust so much, and Sush wondered if the glint had always been there, or had it just revealed itself now?

She bowed. “It is okay, my daughter. With your permission, we would love to attack them, soon-to-be Luna” He bowed with a smile plastered to his face. The duo laughed while Luna looked on. She hoped Hazel will say no but with the looks of things, it seemed to be the other way around. Hazel was filled with hate and anger that she did not care anymore. Yes, her tender heart was shattered. She was just two weeks from being eighteen and that was the last thing she deserved.

His gaze sharpens and fixes on her and then he finally notices all her buttons are undone, exposing her pink bra underneath her blouse, still fanning herself with her hand, her chest, now rising and falling. His brows narrow. “Hazel. What’s wrong?” “Ra—Ryan…” Hazel moans. “I feel so hot… so dizzy…” Ryan’s heart stops. He moves quickly and takes hold of her. “Hazel, what’s happening?!” He presses his palm to her forehead. “Fucking Christ, you’re burning up. Hazel—” “Nothing,” she barely whispers. “Just… turn on the AC.” He bolts up, darts, and snatches the remote from his table, his fingers frantically pressing the buttons as he turns it on, increasing it to the max. The air conditioner hums

Hazel's POV I sleepily rolled myself on the bed and flopped my eyes open, only for them to meet an unfamiliar room setting. "What am I doing here!" I mumbled, taking in the room features. The bed beneath me was a large king-sized one, The walls were painted in a rich, calming color, with ancient symbols and drawings decorating them. The mattress was covered with tiger-skin leather, making the room look special and Rich in culture. And to to the side, a wide, tall window stretched open, very perfect for watching the sunrise or staring at the moon. The air smelled sweet, like freshly scrubbed floors mixed with oud and sandalwood scent.

Emma. Dust and debris rained down around us as chaos erupted. Through the haze, I caught glimpses of dark figures dropping from above – Ben's private security team, armed with something that made the air crackle with energy. The "original family" members hadn't expected this, their perfect composure finally cracking. "Now!" Tara shouted from somewhere behind me. The house's emergency sprinkler system activated, but instead of water, a fine purple mist filled the air. I recognized the mixture – Cassidy's special blend of herbs and mountain ash, weaponized into an aerosol form.

She took out her cell phone and tried to read some chats from her friends and family. “Have you seen this photo? “Lina showed a photo. Three men in blue shirts sitting under a mahogany tree. Sazkia pretended not to be interested, even though there was actually a temptation that invited her to keep looking at one of God's creatures on Lina's cellphone. "What's wrong with that photo? " “One of them, Seno, loves you.” Sazkia shook her head. She couldn't believe what Lina was saying at all.