Shadowsinger Azriel Acotar Novels & Stories

- Azriel - Chasing Lucifer had exhausted many of the angel troops. Azriel expected difficulties with Lucifer and thought of every sacrifice as necessary. 'Killing our kind is a specialty of yours. Soon though, soon you'll feel the same despair we did.' Azriel had setup plans with Cytus prior. He knew the parasite would attempt to go after Lucifer directly, so he made sure to correct the potential mistake. "Go to the highest roof you can. You'll be more useful as a sniper." Azriel had said to Cytus.

Alpha Damien stormed towards the person he hated most in the world—Ariel. He wanted to torture her, torture her so much that, she would feel pain that, even he, had never felt before. He wanted to punish and torture her to the extent that, she would beg him to kill her. Likewise, he wanted her to feel a pulsing type of pain never experienced before, so much that his heart ached, and he felt a blinding anger taking over him, consuming his whole body.

His hair is dark and low. "Dear Shadow walkers," he says loudly. I stand frozen in the spot taking deep breaths as the place gets crowded with the dwellers coming of out their houses. My heartbeat has gotten faster as they stare at me. I look to the ground, trying to calm myself. "This is Alice," Gabriel announces, pointing at me. "Alice Lintle." A few persons gasp in shock while other whisper to one another. "Let's welcome her as one of hers," he adds staring at me. His blue eyes are piercing. "Come," he whispers, stretching his hand to take mine. I look around as I let him take my hand. His grip is gentle as he holds my wrist. "To greatness," he yells, raising my arm high. The crowd cheers

"Matthew, did you hear that? She says we're not even human. I'll show her what happens when she messes with us." The assistant's smile vanished, replaced by a storm of rage as she moved to hit me, but she did not see it coming. Slap! "Zip it. She's right. You're not human. You're nothing but my pawn, and you're fooling yourself if you think you can take her place. "Didn't I tell you to stay out of my sight? If you have trouble with your hearing, I don't mind helping with that."

I’m about to respond when the doors to the garden open and Azrael comes strolling in. He bows his head, “Hello mother.” Paying his respects as he always does. His eyebrows draw together at my expression. “My love, your family has crossed the pack border. They will be at the castle in less than 15 minutes.” I look down at my clothes, seeing that I’m still in my pajamas and my eyes widen, I rush out, Farewell Willow I’ll be back soon. He grabs my arm as I’m about to pass him, “What’s wrong?” I shake my head, “Later I promise I’ll explain things then.” His lips tighten to a line but he nods, taking my hand and leading me back to our room so I can change. I’m just able to put on a pair of jeans

He stepped forward—cloaked in black, skin smooth like polished obsidian, eyes silver like twin moons drowning in ash. Azrael. His smile was the kind that could freeze oceans. “Well,” he purred, voice smooth like poisoned velvet, “look at what my little project has become.” Malik placed himself in front of Sarai instantly, fire flickering along his forearms like burning veins. “Touch her,” he growled, “and I will tear you apart molecule by molecule.” Azrael’s grin widened. “Still dramatic, I see. Still sentimental. Still weak.” Malik charged— —and Azrael raised a single hand.

Beneath their feet was polished stone, soft with age, etched with shallow spirals like water had once pooled there. In the center: a shallow black pool, still and unbroken. No reflection showed on its surface. Not of sky, not of flame, not even of themselves. Azriel stepped toward it, drawn not by curiosity—but recognition. He leaned over and looked. What stared back wasn’t him—but a version of himself carrying all seven flames. Not as weapons. Not as burdens. But as voices. His arms bore names. His eyes shimmered with threadlight and starlight and something more ancient than both.

She said. The little girl just looked at her with teary eyes. The evil thing was about to eat both of them. She suddenly looked at it with fury eyes and touched it's black thick hands intensely. A blue neon fire suddenly appeared in the whole body of the evil spirit. It was surprising and it exploded by itself. “I already warned you!” she said. The little girl behind her was amazed and muttered... --“Who are you?” She turns around and looks at the girl then smiles. “You can call me Azrael,” she said.

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."