Hazel Fanart Novels & Stories

Hazel cried as she struggled against the binding placed on her to shield her magic. Blood dripped off her face from her recent building and she was fading in and out of consciousness. Jazzy had pumped her with so much wolfsbane, that she was amazed that her darling sister was still functioning enough to form words. “I want what I’ve always wanted,” Jazzy said, narrowing her icy emerald ice at Hazel. “I want to wipe the entire Volana race off this earth and I’ll stop at nothing until I get just that.” “And what of that rogue wolf you are partnered with?” She asked between her teeth. “He wants to be a Volana. Will you wipe him off this earth too?”

Moon Shadow castle~Hazel’s suite The soft morning light crept through the window, casting a warm glow on Hazel's serene face. Her hair, a rich brown hue, was indeed messed, sprawled across the pillow in every direction. A few strands had escaped her head, framing her face like a halo. Her chest rose and fell with each gentle breath, and her lips, painted with soft pink, curled into a subtle smile. The bed sheets were tangled around her, a testament to a restless night's sleep. Yet, despite the disheveled appearance, Hazel exuded a peaceful aura, as if she had finally found solace in slumber.

No dance, no drinks. “I don't think I can ever imagine that.” Hazel rolled her eyes when she noticed a guy staring at her. He kept smiling at her, and she glanced away. “That guy is weird; how can he keep staring at me that way?” Hazel whispered, and Tasha’s gaze moved to the guy who was now approaching them. “He is coming,” Tasha muttered. The guy stood next to Tasha while smiling at Hazel. “Excuse me for staring that long; I am a lover of the arts and couldn't take my eyes off a perfect piece of art when I saw one.”

*Hazel* The room was unexpectedly large and modernly furnished. I had anticipated complete darkness, thinking it would mirror the outside night, but I was immediately shocked. It was nothing like I imagined. The room was themed in gold and white, making it sparkle and feel almost ethereal, as if every surface had been touched by sunlight. The décor was elegant yet comfortable, a perfect balance between luxury and warmth.

"There's no ice to interfere with now, so we're free." Hazel said "Though he was here, he couldn't stop me from doing what I wanted to do." I once again roam around with my eyes, though Hazel's bedroom doesn't have normal stuff. Still, there are pictures hanging on the wall, and one particular picture caught my attention. I stood up to check if I was seeing right or just looking. "Where are you going?" "I just want to see those pictures on the wall," I replied to Hazel. "Ok, wait for a moment. I'll get my Durabox from my two-piece collection."

“Her name is Hazel. She was banished from the pack months ago. I need to know where she is—exactly where she is.” The spies looked at each other most likely exchanging their thoughts with just their eyes, but the alpha couldn’t be sure that’s what they were doing. One of them stepped forward. “Do you have any pictures of her, Alpha? Or any information that could help us narrow down the search?” Ryder nodded and then went to a drawer in his desk. He took out several pictures, all of which were of Hazel at various stages of her life. Ryder passed the pictures over to the men, his hands shaking.

After pulling on a see-through black shawl, I walk downstairs. "Oh, you look beautiful!" Hazel's voice rings in my ears, and I look up. She's the pretty one with light brown hair and blue eyes. She never has to do much at all. "Come here, sweetheart," Hazel says, and I do as she says, stopping in front of her. "Here you go." She pulls out a beautiful pin made with real purple flowers and carefully puts it into my hair while also putting many more in my braid. "That's a perfect finishing touch, I think," Hazel says proudly and smiles. "Wisterias are your mother's favorite flower, and she thought these purple ones would be perfect for you. I hope you like them." She pulls out a hand mirror and

I cross my arms. "You look small in this room, Julian," I say. His face darkens. A thick vein in his neck starts to throb, pulsing against his collar. "What did you say to me?" "You heard me." I glance past his shoulder. Hazel is propped up on the white pillows. She looks pathetic. Her skin is pale, her lips painted a faint blue to look like a dying woman. But her scent is wrong. The monitors are beeping in a steady, perfect rhythm. Her heart is stable. She is as sick as a prize hound. It is all a lie.

I said. "I just received a picture of a girl with hazel eyes and brown hair from Kevin boss. Is that the girl? " He ask. I look at the Kevin, he send me an assuring smile acknowledging that he indeed sent that picture. But he continuously tap his left leg on the ground indicating that he was anxious. Angel was in mansion with Elijah. He is worried. I motion him to enter the car and asked our best driver to drive. These people are trained for this purpose only.

I ask Arnold, my voice laced with concern. “I hope so.” Arnold replies, his brow furrowed with worry. “But we need to keep a close eye on her.” We make our way to Hazel’s chambers, hoping to check on her and make sure she's comfortable. But as we enter the room, we're met with a sight that leaves us both speechless. Hazel is pacing back and forth, muttering to herself in a language I don’t recognize. Strange symbols are etched into the walls, and the air crackles with an eerie energy.