Katee Robert Azazel Book Novels & Stories

The delivery guy said, "Package for Olivia Stanton." "Thank you," she replied, "Do you know who sent it?" "No idea, ma'am. Just following orders," he responded with a smile. Olivia nodded and closed the door behind her. She opened the package and found a letter inside. Her heart sank as she read its contents. The letter stated that her family members had taken almost everything that her beloved grandmother had left for her, leaving her with only the old house where she found the book that caused her to summon Azazel.

Authors Note: The Human is book number one. The New Age King is book number two. I highly suggest reading book one before reading the sequel, but if you don't want to you can manage the second without doing so. The one big thing in the first book was Goddess Selene's curse. She cursed all lycans to be born in wolf form. Their first shift wasn't until the age of ten. Thank you so much for reading. "Please, Selene, slow down. Where are we going," I ask as the Goddess in front of me practically sprints down the wide corridor?

Her skin prickled, a flush creeping up, and she hated how it felt right—stupidly, dangerously right. The light swept again, missing them by a hair, and Ezra’s steps stopped—too near. “Gotcha,” he said, smug as hell, and metal scratched—her stomach dropped. The key. He’d snatched it. “This’ll hold me over. Don’t get cozy, though.” Boots shuffled, pulling back slow, like he wanted them to squirm. Roman’s hand slipped off her, leaving her cold where he’d been, and he leaned out, checking the dark. “They’re leaving,” he said, voice taut. “We’ve got a window.”

Breathe. “Listen,” I began, my voice trembling slightly despite my effort to sound steady. “I’m not this Catalina De Rosta or whoever you think I am. My name is Alzna. You’ve got the wrong person, okay? Let me go and you guys should find the real Catalina before you waste any more of your time.” He didn’t blink. A brief flicker of recognition crossed his gaze like he knew me too well, but it vanished quickly, replaced by a cold stare. The kind of look that made my skin prickle. It was as if he was deciding whether I was worth keeping alive.

“You’re unbelievable. Hazel doesn’t know the dynamics of this pack yet, and you’re exploiting that.” “Exploit?” I echoed, feigning surprise. “Come on, Kael. I’m not the bad guy here. I’m just doing what everyone else does. Besides, exploiting is a strong word for teaching her how to live. I didn’t do anything to her. Whatever happened to her is her fault and not mine. I don’t see how that is any of my business. Like I said, I’m here to enjoy myself.” “Since when is it right to live off the misery of others?” he spat. “You got her drunk and gave her a very short gown to wear. That is you crossing the line.”

Chapter Two. AZAEL BLACKWELL. The redhead with the big blue eyes was moving her hips in circles above me, I could feel my manhood coming in and out of her over and over again, I was focusing, imagining her to be that sweet redhead I've been studying for months, one that, has become the main protagonist of every one of my fantasies, I can't get her out of my head, not until I have her in my hands and make her mine, just mine.

I didn’t want to be left alone with his guards. Pulling up a chair in front of me, the Alpha rogue moves to sit down. “Well Kate there is quite a story to tell. I’d offer you a seat but that would make you too comfortable. I’ve been uncomfortable for the past 21 years, so I figure you can handle a few days of discomfort. Oh yes, you didn’t realize I suppose, that you’ve been here for three days so far. And no end in sight, sweet Kate. I suspect your father knows exactly who I am but for you, I’ll share a tidbit. My name is Caleb Sweeting, former head warrior to the Golden Moon Pack. I’d say it’s a pleasure to meet you Kate but we both know that would be a lie.” Hearing his name Kate

The whole ‘dangerous and uninhibited in it’s absolute power’ bit was worrisome, but that didn’t mean it was the solution we were looking for. The more Zeke read, the more I began to eat my words. “What’s this magic do?” Asher asked, leaning in, and staring down at the book. I was the only one flush against the seat, my spine rod straight as I watched the two of them. There was something twisting and turning in my gut, growing more impatient as time passed. I had no name for this thing, but if I had to guess, I’d say it was my magic. It knew we were close to getting answers, and somehow I knew that those answers, they would change everything.

He tilts his head, studying Azren. "...You're not on your medication." Azren stiffens beside me. I suck in a breath. Kaziel leans back in his chair, crossing his arms, his expression turning faintly amused. "I'd recognize that particular brand of chaos anywhere," he adds lightly. "You're vibrating." Azren scoffs. "I always vibrate." "No," Kaziel says, his lips twitching. "When you're on your meds, you brood quietly and pretend you're a statue. This?" His eyes dart to the faint tension in Azren's shoulders. "This is you raw and unfiltered.”

So I went to King Phillip and demanded part of his army come help land an attack on the Stauckana Barbarians so I could win back my woman, My love, My Elizabella. He denied me at first, but I thought up a different strategy. I told him of how the barbarians harboured the Silvertongue charm, the one that could help us decipher the Book of Azazel. The Book of Azazel—everyone knows the story. It is the book with a mysterious unknown language that can only be deciphered with the help of the Silvertongue. Only then would King Phillip…or me…gain world domination.