Katee Robert Azazel Book Novels & Stories

Alexander MacWatters’ POV The long drive was a quiet one. I asked Azalea where she wanted to go first. At first, she wanted to go home but then she realized that she had all her stuff at the recreational center. I arched my eyebrow at her as she also told me that she did not want to bother me as she drove to the center. “so, where do you from?” I tried to make a little conversation, something to break the awkward silence. “I’m from NYC,” she replied. She did not say much as to what I asked her, so I might as well keep going.

Azael is frowning and I feel him press my hand, something is not right. -Hey- I say catching his face. Right away I notice how he relaxes the muscles.- What happens? -I do not like this. Everything is going too well. he says looking around. I prefer not to, as they are not very pleasant views. -And what's wrong? -That we're talking about Harrison Tucson. The same one who murdered my mother. The same one who tried to kill his daughter. My father's rival, whom he also killed. The one that appears to have survived a fire. I just don't believe we caught him off guard.

Vivianne’s voice sliced through the quiet, dragging me back into the moment. My jaw clenched. Of course, she was here. And somehow, I could feel Azazel inside too. His presence was unmistakable—heavy, electric. I knocked lightly, hesitating only for a moment before easing the door open with a quiet creak. Azazel was the first thing I saw. He sat on one of the beds, a book open in his hands. Our eyes locked. And just as quickly, he looked away. “Well, that’s not weird at all,” Nyx muttered, puzzled.

Charlotte was sitting quietly on her bed after the session with Matt. Her conversation with the Beta kept echoing in her head. “Alpha Azraiel is a Trueblood…!” The white wolf is Azraiel…...Azraiel is the white wolf…. She suddenly sat up straight and went to the pile of books beside her closet. The first book was about shifting, so she kept it aside….second was the same…..but the third… There it is…. She picked the third book and opened the index. Moving her index finger down the page she stopped when she found what she was looking for. Quickly flipping to the page number she climbed into her bed and leaned back.

We are the best 4 of the entire VMS group, but everything changed when Serge surprised us all with his betrayal. Alfonso and I caught Serge threatening the Queen's life by darting the Queen a poison made by a dark Alchemist at the Dark City that would end the Queen's existence in three days. It was a quick move for Serge, a wise one since no one was expecting that there would be a traitor at the high-rank group of VMS, but thanks to the Great high Abba, the odds were against him.

“But we don't own any.” Azrael's gaze locked on mine over Izar's head. “Oh, but I do. A really fierce, stunning kitten.”

And I realize, with cold clarity, the most dangerous part of this night isn’t the hunters. It isn’t the silver. It isn’t extinction. It’s the fact that Rowan Varkas has decided I am part of his survival. And wolves never let go of what they claim. Because above us, on the rooftop, a red laser sight settles silently over Rowan’s heart. And this time— He doesn’t see it.

Aziel stared at me for a moment, then slowly crouched in front of me, rain dripping from the edge of his umbrella, tapping the leash on Knox, and it let out a warning growl. “You really thought you were close, didn’t you?” he murmured. My brows furrowed. “The road,” he said casually, glancing toward the hill. “It doesn’t lead out of Canari Forest.” My stomach dropped. “It loops,” he continued, almost amused. “Right back to the estate. You were exactly where I wanted you.” The world tilted. “You weren’t escaping, kitten.” His lips curved slowly. “You were running in circles.” For the first time, I understood that I had never been outside his reach. This was just the beginning of my misery.

She slashed at the silver threads. The blade sparked. Didn’t cut. “Moon-cage weave,” Vesper hissed. “It’s anchored to the Hearth runes.” Selah’s smile didn’t move. “Correct.” Kieran dragged himself upright, shaking, fury cracking through pain. “Selah, release her.” Selah finally looked at him with mild annoyance. “You don’t command me, Kieran.” “I’m Alpha Heir—” “You’re a puppet,” Selah cut in. “Rowan pulls. You bark.”

Martin roars, water pools in the corner of my eyes as he tightens the belt around my neck, obviously the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree, he seemed just as psycho as his daughter “Well now you are going to make it up to me, iv bombs planted all over your parents house, I have them in there cars, I have them in there jobs, I have them everywhere and nomatter where they go I’ll always have my eye on them. Unless ofcourse” He stops loosening the belt enough for me to breath just as black dots danced across my vision, I gasp taking in as much air as possible before I have the chance to pass out. “Wh—what” I start but end up in a coughing fit trying to take in air “What do you want from me?