Hazel Fanart Novels & Stories

Hazel’s face was on fire, and it just made her look adorable. "That's bullshit." Tiffany snapped

Another paint balloon bursts across Hazel's butt, making her yelp and shoot a deadly look at Eden. "Are you two finished?! I swear you both will be cleaning the entire kitchen." I can't even imagine what the mess looks like inside. Eden cracks up like I've never seen before. This version of Eden is carefree, happy, and... mine. Despite being covered in blue paint and powder, Eden pulls Hazel into her arms and kisses her with ferocity. Hazel tried to act angry at first, but she quickly melted into Eden's embrace, kissing her back with the same hunger. Ivy giggles and tugs on Eden's shirt.

Desmond stormed away. Who is Hazel? * I felt a cold shiver run down to my spine as an old creepy looking woman walked into the ward and flashed a smile at me. She must be the pack witch, Hazel. I thought as I scrutinized her closely. Her long gray hair fell behind her back as she walked with the support of the oak staff in her palm. She has unnatural pink eyes, pointed and long nose, hunched back, and wrinkled face. She looks so scary. Silent fell into the ward. The atmosphere in the ward changed after she walked into the ward.

Hazel chuckled, seemingly unfazed by my threat. "You mean the mate who has fallen for my fiancé?" Hazel raised an eyebrow. "I think we're in for a bloodbath, because my fiancé won't let her go. Believe me, I despise her, and I want her out of this packhouse. But Ryder refuses to leave her, and Zelda, well, she wouldn't want to lay eyes on you, let alone be with you," Hazel revealed. Her words pierced my heart, yet I remained resolute in my determination to rescue Zelda, no matter the cost or the blood spilled.

She turned her head to her right-hand side where a portrait of Aidan and his family stood. The portrait was so beautiful and one could see the love they all had for each other visibly in the picture. Hazel reached for the portrait and dropped it in front of Aidan. "This is perfect. With this, I would be able to see not only your future but the future of your family members too," Hazel said. "That sounds much better," Aidan agreed. "I will need utter silence. I also don't want any quick movements from you either. Any small distraction could interrupt the connection and that is not a good thing," Hazel warned.

She leaves the door open as she turns and walks away and asks, “Why do you care about me?” I enter the room and close the door behind me. Immediately, the scent of paint is overwhelming. There are canvases all over the room, most of them with beautiful landscapes painted on them. There’s two big doors that are opened for a giant balcony where Hazel now sits on a stool with a canvas in front of her and a paintbrush in her hands. Honestly, it’s a beautiful sight, seeing the sun shine on her light caramel complexion and I can see the roots of her hair from here and it’s a muddy brown color. She’s stunning.

I pushed down the storm of emotions, grabbed my things, and called a ride. Hazel opened her door, wearing paint-stained shorts and one sock. “You’re early.” She let me in, and I stifled a yawn. Her apartment looked exactly as I had imagined it would be - chaotic, vibrant, and unapologetically hers. Paintings leaned against every wall, covering nearly every surface. Half-finished canvases stood near the open windows, brushes soaking in jars of murky water. The air hung heavy with the sharp scent of oil paint, fresh coffee, and a faint trace of cigarettes.

“Your eyes were brown.” Hazel’s smirk widened, but there was genuine joy in them this time. “Very good, sister.” Knox’s hand tightened as he positioned me behind him now, like a shield. His voice was cold now. “Who are you?” he growled at Hazel. His voice was dark and deep—Fenrir was on the surface. Hazel raised her hands in mock surrender, but she looked unfazed. “Calm down.” Then she faced me. “I still hate violet in case you're wondering.” She smirked.

HAZEL’S HOUSE – STILL IN THE MORNING Hazel stood in front of the mirror, slipping her books into her shoulder bag. She was dressed casually, hair in a messy ponytail, earbuds in, head bobbing lightly to the music. The sharp sound of a car horn outside made her flinch. She yanked out one earbud and walked over to the window. Her eyes narrowed the moment she saw the sleek black car parked in front of the gate. She frowned deeply when she saw the plate number , she immediately recognized it has Randy's car.