Shadowsinger Azriel Acotar Novels & Stories

There is something dark and ominous about them. "Hello, daughter. " Alec's voice made my jaw clench tight. "I hope you don't mind, but I've brought some friends to help celebrate the full moon tonight." He first motions to the unfamiliar man, "Elias is a guard I met while falsely imprisoned for delivering you your punishments. He is a hybrid, werewolf, and warlock. His powers may have been bound by the Grand Coven, but luckily his mother, Cordelia, was happy to help my cause."

She shouted “Not in your wildest dream,” The white angel said with his sword. He cut the other three of Lily’s wings that made Lily fall but I grabbed her with my left arm while my right arm reached Billy because she was unguarded while lying at the back of the white smoke. When I touched Billy in an instant she got burned and turned into ash. The white angel as well as his smoke were gone in an instant. While Lily and I gently fell to the ground and the note with ‘gluttony’ written on it fell on the floor. I didn’t bother to pick it up. I just stepped on it and it still burned. I looked at Uzmael and she slowly turned back to Lily and I am slowly turning back to my normal look. I saw an eye

Ezra, his voice tinged with a mixture of awe and concern, murmured, "What have we awakened? It's not just an Echo, it's..." Liora, finishing his thought, whispered, "...it's the embodiment of all the unrealized realities. A manifestation of the choices never made." Malachi, stepping forward, his voice steady despite the looming shadow, said, "We've faced challenges, confronted our pasts, our futures. We won't be deterred by this... anomaly." The shadow, its voice a cacophony of countless whispers, echoed, "I am not just an anomaly. I am the Voidwalker, the keeper of paths untaken, of dreams unfulfilled. Why do you disturb my slumber?"

I said assuredly and his soulless eyes followed after me giving me goosebumps. "You are a hybrid…of what, Miss Petrova?" He questioned pressing his fingers together in front of himself. "I'm a Lycan and vampire mix," I said softly. He grunted and rubbed at his chin. "May I inquire about how I should address you, sir?" I asked curiously. "I am Azrael, the lord of this shadow realm, you may address me as lord or plan ol' judge," he puffed out. I swallowed uncomfortably wondering if my matter would be addressed after this strange meeting.

His golden eyes flickered with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, haunted by the weight of the choices he had made. Their pace slowed as they reached a secluded corner of the library, bathed in the soft glow of a stained-glass window depicting a scene of heavenly harmony. Azrael halted, a distant look in his eyes as he recalled his first encounter with Azazel. The sheer intensity of his emotions reverberated throughout his body, causing his wings to tremble slightly, their normally pristine white feathers now graced with crimson streaks—a testament to the turmoil that love had ignited within him.

Believing that Willow had gone off somewhere and left her alone. Ava turned onto her right side, bringing the blankets over her shoulder. Closing her eyes, concentrating on her breathing. What she did not count on was feeling cool fingertips petting her exposed cheek. Ava’s eyes popped open and saw someone who she was not planning to see. Azrael. “What..?” His fingers found her lips, preventing her to speak. “Search your heart, if you doubt that I’m here.” Ava closed her eyes for a moment. She used her soul to reach out towards the being in front of her. His soul was not dark but more of a gray. The kind that would make her believe that he was misguided if anything.

His hideous scar sent shivers down my spine, but I refused to show any sign of fear. A disgusted look crossed my face, and I could see irritation flicker in Azrael's eyes. He was a master of magic blood now, in fact, he had now become one with its darkness, a terrifying power that sent chills through my bones whenever I witnessed him use it. But I had faced the horrors of his magic blood many times before, and I wouldn't allow myself to be oppressed by his dark sorcery or anything else, I have now become immune to it.

I hear footsteps and then see two figures slowly approach us. It really dark so I can't make out their faces in the distance. No one outside of Ferro knows that I can shift. The look of bewilderment was all over the mens' faces, and it was priceless. I get up slowly while my eyes remain locked on the 8ft grey lycan waiting in the shadows. I mindlink him, 'I'm going to kill you slowly and enjoy doing it.' I snarled as the tall man with dark brown hair came charging at me. Once he stepped out of the shadows, I recognized him to be Gamma Trevor.

“Keep your hands and anything else off her!” Lilibet changed before Carine’s eyes, becoming something horrific. Greying fangs appeared where she had had pearl-white teeth, revealed when her puckered mouth opened, her once full lips now dried and shrivelled. The full breasts had fallen into flaccid, empty sacs as had her belly and thighs. Lilibet hissed at the larger creature, threatening to attack but a rumbled growl issued from somewhere inside it and the huge bat-like wings spread, clawed tips menacing. The larger creature took one step towards Lilibet who fled to the far side of the room and made mewling sounds of pain and distress. “She has already taken a number of souls in here,” the c

Maya introduced me to other artists, and for the first time, I felt like I belonged somewhere. We laughed, shared stories, and talked about the future — a future that didn’t include shadows or substitutes. --- But healing wasn’t a straight path. One evening, as I walked home, my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. *“You’re more than you realize.”* No name, no explanation. A shiver ran down my spine. Was someone watching me? Or was it just my mind playing tricks? I tucked the phone away, trying to push the unease aside.