Shadowsinger Azriel Acotar Novels & Stories

Hopefully now that he was free, they couldn’t use it against him. “Yes, the shadow demon’s name is Ozul.” I cleared my throat and wiped the sweat from my brow. As the three of them continued to stare at one another, my patience began to thin. “What? What could possibly be wrong now?” “We were under the impression we had caught a shadow demon. We were…we were wrong.” Licking his plush lips, Azrael glanced over at Orion who had gone completely still. “Ozul is the name of a God. Specifically, God of the Shadows.”

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Break the rules and we kill you, why sugarcoat it? Before Hexton can get another word out, one of the competitors steps forward, frantically unzipping the back of her bodysuit and pulling her headpiece off revealing her face to a shocked crowd. She’s new to The Tournament and goes by the codename Azrael, named after the Angel of Death because that is exactly what she is. She prefers to give people painless deaths, allowing them to just go peacefully in their sleep. I feel perhaps Hexton invited her this year just to shake things up. The fact she gives people such painless deaths indicates an amount of compassion many of us don’t possess, which doesn’t make her suited for this type of thing a

“Not for a fight you can see, but for the ones hiding in plain sight.” Azeriel shifts, the golden and red mix of his fire flaring faintly in response to the tension. “I’ve faced enemies with swords and armies. Never with shadows and whispers.” He lets out a short, bitter laugh. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this.” Rowan touches his arm, steadying both his fire and his resolve. “We’ll learn. Together.” Her voice is calm, but her grip tightens instinctively as if the strength of the fire beneath their feet could be lent to him.

“That’s my girl! Now let’s go; we’re almost late.” I nodded, slowly pulled out, and turned on the engine, “Woohoo! It’s going to be a great night!” she cheered. I forced a grin and drove off. Oh Moon Goddess, protect me. **************************** AZRIEL “You know what, Asher? I’m fucking thinking of all the ways I’m going to kill that useless Beta of yours,” Axel growled, pulling my attention from the crowd. My eyes flicked to him. He was swirling his glass, gaze fixed on the crowd below.

I asked, and the voice chuckled. “I told you already. Death … but you can call me Azrael.” The shadows began to peel back and an eerie blue light began to glow. With the light, a dark figure was revealed. A black cloak was draped over its body and head. Azrael tilted his head up, and I looked at him in shock. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but not the silver eyes that met with mine. Nor the chiseled jaw and muscular chest that was revealed from the swaying of the cloak. His face was flawless, and to be honest … he was beautiful. It wasn’t a matter of opinion, he simply was a beautiful man—or creature.

And like her every day in that realm, she'd always be greeted by the Azul's cold gaze. Azul Refirtaum was known as the Lord of Shadows when he was still free. He was the longest living Conqueror of the Dead. According to the chieftain who took care of her since the day she woke up from a long time coma, Azul was the strongest and most intelligent among all the Lord of Shadows that conquered the dead. He was also a kind, sympathetic and loving person that is why a lot of people idolizes him and believes in him.

Ah~ there’s no self-interest. Shadow flipped her hair to the back and placed her hand on her chest. “My name is Shadow. The former emperor of the Underworld. Currently, I am the mediator of the three worlds. As someone who has been acknowledged to safe keep the harmony between all worlds, my judgment will benefit The Unknown, if not my siblings.

A tan-skinned man with a scar over his left eye was the first to ask a question: "I have been wondering, are you Peony Crimson, the fallen Luna of Blue Moon?" Azriel was a first-degree mage and Eve's top apprentice. Maybe he was an assistant serving Elenor as her second-in-command. My heart sank as he referred to me by that name. My forehead twitched as I gave a short nod. Elenor chuckled sweetly, patting Xavier's shoulder playfully. "Your jokes are funny. Why did you pick up a girl from another pack and bring her here?" Her green-forest eyes found me, scanning and assessing my entirety.

He looked at him the way Maren's people had learned to look at him: as a variable they had underestimated. "You could just let me go," Sorn said. "I could," Aldric agreed. "I'm not going to." "This doesn't end with him in custody," Sorn said, meaning Maren. "Men like him don't end in courtrooms. This is all performance." "Maybe," Aldric said. "But the names in the lower archive aren't performance. The eleven pages aren't performance. The woman in the eastern market whose son was killed twelve years ago and was told it was vampires — she's not performance." He looked at Sorn steadily. "You're going back. And the record is going to say your name correctly."