Shadowsinger Azriel Acotar Novels & Stories

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

At the time, I was so sure that Ara was my mate and my chance at love died when my father killed her, but what if I was wrong? I snarled at my uncertainty. Ara was my world in the light. Her death allowed me to embrace the shadows and summon The Darkness. Had she not been my Fated there's no way I could have summoned it. All Fae were stripped of that power centuries ago when one tried to wipe out humanity during The Dark Age.

Maya Ashford is a young witch from an elemental coven. While her coven has an affinity for all of the elements their connection to fire is the strongest. Her coven is highly sought after for their fire magic as well as their other abilities. Hidden deep in the wilderness of Montana Maya's coven is difficult to find unless you know who to contact and they never allow outsiders on their lands. Maya is a smart, strong and creative young witch with a strong connection to art. She is wise beyond her years and protects those she is close to. Maya is naturally bubbly and cheerful, she brings light and happiness to any room she enters.

He met her gaze. “To me.” --- She froze. “You’ll carry the corruption?” “I already carry pieces of the mirror,” he said. “I’ve lived between reflections too long. It won’t kill me. But it’ll stop killing you.” Selene’s voice cracked. “You don’t deserve to pay my price.” Azrael smiled. “Maybe not. But I owe the debt.” --- They began the ritual. Elira and Theron wove the opposing energies of starlight and shadow. Naeria anchored the spell in time.

“Who are they training to play me?” I took a breath. “An orphan. From Sardinia. Clean background. No affiliations. His name is Elias... but they call him Il Fantasma now. The Ghost. Because he’s supposed to become you. So perfect… no one will know the difference.” One of the council members whispered something. Someone else gasped. Then, silence again. Lord Lorenzo stood up slowly. Walked down the stairs. The room obeyed his movement like planets around the sun. He stood in front of me. Face unreadable.

I was pinned down but, I would fight with everything in me. I reached out to Rudolph through my mind and gave a mental image of everything. I knew now why I felt so connected to him. It had nothing to do with me, yet it felt like it had everything to do with me. I was his eternal soulmate. We were Shadows of the night passing each other, torn apart by death but, meant for each other by fate. Eternal soulmates, yet shadows in the dark. I reached for Rudolph with everything in me. I could almost see him in the field of flowers. He reached for me. I felt myself fading. Edgar must have figured out our connection in my mind cause he screamed.

Their intentions on what they have planed for the doctor was worse than what any mortal could conger up on their worst day. Long shadowy finger like tendrils reached for the doctor’s shadow and grabbed a hold of it. His fat body hit the hard concrete floor. The shadows began to drag him slowly toward the vortex. He felt the strange tugging at his body and he could feel himself being pulled along by his shadow.” What the hell? Im not going any where with you.”He began to thrash about violently but to no avail. The shadows began to reveal the faces of all of his innocent victims. Every last woman, man and child.”NO! NO! IT CAN’T BE! YOU ARE ALL DEAD! NO! SOMEBODY HELP ME! PLEASE NO!” He contin

“She is my everything. And if the world has to die so she can live, then it will.” Seren’s voice drifts through the cell, soft and distant. “The monster of shadow kneels only to flame. But when flame forgets itself… shadow becomes the blade.” I slam both hands into the bars. “They’re breaking her,” I rasp. “And I can’t reach her.” The air shifts. I feel it before I see him. Azrael steps out of nothing just beyond the cell, leaning casually against the wall like he hasn’t just crossed wards meant to keep gods out.

“You show up, get me off, vanish. I’m starting to feel like a booty call.” There was a silence that followed, thick with tension. And then, right in front of me, the shadows folded inward and he emerged from them. And he was fully formed. Not smoke or half formed this time. Azariel stood in the middle of my tiny living room, impossibly tall, broad-shouldered, all heat and menace and perfectly carved body. His skin glowed faintly, like dying embers of flame. Horns curved back from his forehead. His eyes were molten. Not red but deeper. Like lava under glass.

A sign that Azrael can leave. While driving he thought of saying hello to his girlfriend. Akira Cruz, a bank teller assigned to Makati. Unbeknownst to Akira, Azrael is a Product supervisor in a company in Taguig so Azrael always has an out-of-town walk. He had no idea that Azrael was a feared assassin. “Babe, where are you? Can I see you?" “Of course, babe. I'm already at home, did you just come home? Maybe you're tired,” Akira replied quickly.