Katee Robert Azazel Book Novels & Stories

~ (Raziel) Anthony brought me a whole stack of books, everything that he could find, every piece of literature known to the Underworld about dreamwalking. I had spent hours pouring over every book, committing everything I read to memory. I didn't want to miss a single thing. There had to be a way I could help Rayne. I was already so exhausted after the day I had endured. That, and all of this reading on top of it, had me fighting to stay awake. I swear I only closed my eyes one time and the next thing I know I'm dreamwalking.

I grinned. Derek’s lips pulled back in a snarl and he growled. Aleksei Ashbury, the unfortunate casualty at the annual Ball and coincidentally the man who put the hit out on Hazel's family. They may make the rules but it doesn't mean they can't be bent and in doing so I made enemies with the entire council. However, they made an enemy in me first by pulling the first move and starting the game. “Now is not the time to be funny, Your Majesty,” Augustine rustled out in his whiskey-thick voice.

“Oh, luv, that would definitely be a first for me. I guess I will go home then. Either way, I’m a phone call away if you need me. Fallon and I will keep an eye on the place.” Without another word, I open my door and step out of the vehicle. However, Azazel doesn’t let me go. Instead, Azazel follows me out and cages me against the car door. I close my eyes, inhaling his manly scent. He looks at me from beneath the soft fringes of his lashes and smiles. “Kiss me before you go.” He whispers with his deep husky voice. My hands rub up against his chest, memorizing the contours of his hard chest and abs. He leans down with his lips hovering over mine so temptingly. My lips tingle pleasurably, and

Like she was made to be there, which she was. The elevator doors open, and I step out, gasping when I see rows upon rows of luxurious cars. Azazel reaches into his pocket, removes a key fob, and points to a black Dodge Hellcat. The car is beautiful. The locks turn as he opens the passenger door for me, helping slip Nevaeh into the front seat. Bemused, he observes as I put on her seatbelt. Our hands touch briefly, and our eyes meet. I give her a smile, which she returns shyly. It would be a perfect moment if Azazel wasn’t scrutinizing my movements. However, I can’t help but caress her hand before I slip back out of the car.

“Well, if you decide to go for it, I’m here for you.” We smile in commiseration and bump fists. “Thanks, man.” Just then, the back door opens. Azazel steps out with his phone in his hand. “Hey Khail, Nevaeh, just called. Looks like Mathias needs us for something.” Khail rolls his eyes. “Damn, I don’t even get one night. They’ve been driving me nuts since they got those files from Traeger.” Azazel shrugs his shoulders. Azazel is a demon. Apparently, he and Mikhail’s dad were really good friends for years. Now he’s really good friends with Mikhail. It’s pretty cool when you think about it.

Chapter: 24 ****** The allure of power hung in the air as Azazel stood atop the highest pinnacle of Shivvara. His heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and trepidation as he clutched the scepter of authority, a symbol of his newfound kingship. He had fought fiercely, defeating his own father in an intense and grueling duel, to claim the Scepter. Now, with the weight of Shivvara on his shoulders, he embarked on a daring quest that would test not only his fighting skills but also the depths of his love and the true extent of his ambition.

He tells me, raising his voice slightly and I stood in front of him, unable to speak or move for a few long seconds. "Liam, you don't get it and honestly, I don't expect you to. Katherine was my employee. I saw her yesterday, I spoke to her, I laughed with her and just like that, she's found dead today with a freaking gunshot wound and for some weird reason, I think I may have something to do with it. As if that wasn't enough, the cafe suddenly starts to burn terribly from the inside and you and I know this wasn't an accident of any kind. I can smell the damned fuel Liam, which means, someone did this to me for no reason. Someone wickedly snatched the only hope I had left and you're telling

The heavy steel doors didn't just hiss open—they were violently ripped off their hinges, flying across the room and smashing into the concrete wall with a concussive roar. Through the smoke and twisted metal, a barrage of government operatives flooded the room, their weapons raised. But ahead of them, moving with a terrifying, supernatural speed that defied human biology, were two figures. Kieran burst through the smoke, his gray eyes glowing with a feral, terrifying Alpha light, a deep, earth-shaking snarl ripping from his chest as his claws extended. And right beside him, his eyes completely consumed by a savage, pitch-black darkness, was Azriel. He didn't look like a man; he looked like a

I say, frowning at the look on his face. He takes a deep breath and crosses his arms. “Kazimir kidnapped Katherine and tortured her to the extent that the baby died. The council is dead; Ryker killed them all and the new guy gave Kazimir the Dawn. Katherine then left Pres, now he’s basically old Gabe with a thousand times more anger issues-” “Wait, wait! Hold the fuck up!” I scoff while trying to wrap my head around what the fuck he just said. “How the fu- WHAT?!”

Zakael sat on the edge of my bed. "Will you join me? I don’t think I can sleep alone tonight." I mumbled, slightly embarrassed. There are just too many things going on in my mind right now, and the last two things I want to think about before going to bed are the bloody scene I caused at 9th Street and the bastard who killed my father. Ruby will kill me if she finds out I caused a bloody mess again. The agency didn’t like me like that: violent, mad, and out of control. Even the agency can’t control Azalia Davis; no one ever can. The Exodus Agency knew that I was batshit crazy and simply deranged. However, despite that huge flaw, they wanted me on their side. Why? Because I’m an asset. Azalia