Shadowsinger Azriel Acotar Novels & Stories

he asked. Azriel’s eyes burned with a dangerous light. “Then that hand will be severed at the wrist.” For a moment, silence reigned again. The only sounds were the ragged breaths of men who had trained, and the faint cry of a raven circling overhead. Azriel turned away from them, his cloak stirring faintly as he moved. His gaze lifted to the horizon, where the mountains loomed sharp and unforgiving. They think they know what they face. They think wolves are the threat. His jaw clenched. But wolves are tools. The true enemy hides in shadows, watching. Waiting.

my mom asked in trembling voice. " What do you want from my daughter and why are you calling her your mistress?" dad asked in a deep voice. " Mr. Castello. Trust me I don't mean a single harm to your daughter instead I am here t help her out.I know you guys are scared but I can explain everything. My name is Colton and I am a shadow from the shadow dimension. The dimension whose queen is your daughter and our mistress Minerva." Colton announced and looked at me.

"J, don't start. Please. This is for your own good," I cringe at the nickname, grateful he didn't use it in front of the others. If they know he addresses me by my first name, or a nickname, they'd think it was okay for them to do it. And they'd all question why I'm so friendly with the captain. Narrowing my eyes at him, I ask, "And how do you figure that?" "Just trust me," "No," He sighs, closing his laptop to meet my eyes. "Dr. Achard suggested that you not work alone anymore,"

“I know.” “You can tell me to stop.” Jamie looked at him. Really looked. The scar. The control. The restraint that felt like it was holding something dangerous in check. “I don’t want you to stop,” Jamie said, then winced. “I mean….” Adrian didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He just nodded, like that answer fit into something he’d already decided. “Good,” he said. Behind them, unseen but aware, La Corona Nera watched. And after midnight, Bar Della Luna closed its doors, keeping its secrets, for now.

Sylvia I didn’t have a chance to catch up with Azrael until later that night. He joined me in the wings of the Nightwhispers’ own ceremonial hall, decked out in formalwear in his pack colours, purple and black, as I was dressing for my part in the Luna confirmation ceremony.

Caleb playfully punches my chest, "I told you not to get involved with this sh*tty family. And I hope you don't cut some slack off just because he's your friend." He walks away while my eyes focus on my team arresting a handful of customers. I tightly grip the rifle, my body moving towards the back door from where River escaped. I open it, an empty alleyway. "Please be gone." I mutter to myself, "I don't want to arrest you." River Lockhart "We are surrounded. Stay here until we bring some backup." James finds a place for the three of us to hide as he runs out with Terry. I stand inside the hideout with a pounding headache. My whole mind's at the way Damian looked at me when I was pulled out

“Y-You are Eli?” Elder Lucriel stared at Azrael and uttered, “You had her eyes…” he paused and stood up from his chair, “What is your name?” he continued while walking towards us and stopped in front of Azrael. Elder Fana also walked towards us and Azrael stood up, “My name is Azrael Shepherd,”

There was only the sudden, heavy realization that the body was a vessel, and the vessel was leaking. Purity: A blade required no battery, no signal, and no permit. It was a tool of the wilderness brought into the heart of the "civilized" cage. Silas reached for a smaller, surgical-grade scalpel. This was for the precision work—the "Shadow" work. He thought of Stacy, the youngest. She was the most innocent of the brood, perhaps, but she was still part of the infection. She was the future of the fraud, the next generation being groomed to believe that the world was a garden meant for her amusement.

Lila followed the ritual exactly — black candles, fresh blood from her palm, the ancient words spoken at midnight under a blood moon. The air grew thick and hot. The candles flared unnaturally high. Then the shadows in the room coalesced into something massive. He stepped out of the darkness like he owned it. Azrael was beautiful in the most terrifying way. Towering over seven feet tall, with obsidian skin that seemed to drink in light, glowing crimson eyes, and a muscular body carved from pure sin. Horns curved back from his head, and massive black wings were folded behind him. His presence filled the room with raw, ancient power.

He glided in the room like he didn’t have a care in the world, and I was happy for that because it meant his guard was down. He proceeded to take off his clothing until he was just in his underwear. He stared at me the whole time, I guess to ensure I was watching him. I estimated Maziar to be about mid fifties and he was actually quite buff and a bit attractive, and for a world domineering murdering psycho. I looked away as he stared at me, saying something I couldn’t understand. “Rae,” he stood in front of me, and held out his hand for me to rise.