Novel & Cerita Shadowsinger Azriel Acotar

The world tilted. Void Beast. The system mission. The name I had tried not to dwell on. Cold spread through my body. Azriel knew about it. No—worse. He understood it. My breathing turned shallow as fragmented memories flashed through my mind again. Blood. Ruins. Screams. Four crowns. Darkness swallowing everything. My knees buckled, but before I hit the ground, Azriel caught me. Unlike Lucian’s icy grip or Kael’s burning warmth, his touch felt strangely neutral—cool, steady, grounding. The black smoke above us convulsed violently the moment his hand touched my shoulder. For one suspended second, his expression finally changed. The calm vanished. His pupils contracted sharply. Raw shock broke

- 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.

She takes my hand in hers and squeezes it gently. "We are werewolves, not monsters," she says softly. "Our pack is called the Shadows and is led by Gabriel Valley. He became our leader after his father's death some months ago." I sigh and turn to look at her. Her blue eyes look sad as she stares at me. "I promise you my child, you are not a monster. Being different is your greatest power," she whispers, grazing her fingers across my eyebrows. "You'll see," she adds with a faint smile. I stare at her drowning in my thoughts. I think about everything. Me. Them. The pack. I'd have sworn last night was just a dream but I know what I saw and felt. It was all too real. "Your father and I are going

Sir Azile frowned and looked at lord Shiloh with annoyance and later he sighs and decides to sit down. Based on what I have known as I get the information from Lord Shiloh himself, Sir Aziel has an ability to read one's mind and the most scary part is that he can order anything he wants from that person. He is known as the Puppeteer as he can control anyone he wants. I don't know if it's true but I just heard it from the others without any concrete evidence but they say that Sir Aziel can create a puppet himself. But I don't know how the hell he can do that! Imagining that terrifies the hell inside of me.

"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.