The Raven and the Songbird
- LECTURES 42,231
- Votes 827
- Chapitres 33
"I thought we were friends, Azriel. I was caught off-guard but you have to know it was forgiven the day it happened." The priestess looked back up to him. His body vibrated from the determination that sparkled in her gaze like the moon reflected in the sea. "It was stupid, Azriel. And unfair to both Elain and myself. But everyone does stupid things."
The Illyrian took a cautious step toward her, afraid she would bolt. "We are friends, Gwyn. I'm sorry. You're right, I was an idiot."
"We both deserve better. But I know you'll be better." She shrugged. His breathing shallowed when she finally pushed away from the door frame and walked to him, stopping just out of his reach.
"I miss you, Azriel."
A story of Azriel and Gwyn as they begin to build their lives together, even as darkness - from around them and within - threatens to tear them down.Gwyneth
Tous Droits Réservés
#140
acotar
Rejoignez la plus grande communauté de conteursObtiens des recommandations personnalisées d'histoires, enregistre tes préférées dans ta bibliothèque, commente et vote pour développer ta communauté.
Vous aimerez aussi
Rules for Spies
When she meets his eye, it's like those times when they glance at each other during training, when they're in perfect agreement for an extended, shining moment. Azriel extends his hand, his Siphon gleaming cobalt and his fingers bare even in this cold, the scars an intricate mark of whatever he himself has survived. "Welcome to the mission, Gwyn," he says, and Gwyn wants to savor it, the feeling of his hand wrapped around hers, his long fingers brushing her wrist. The approval she sees in those lovely eyes. She could swear she sees one of his shadows make its way up her arm. &&& While Azriel and Gwyn work to free Koschei's captives, attraction turns into something more.Terminé
Severed and Forged
-all characters belong to Sarah J Maas- Azriel held his breath, waiting for the blow. Waiting for whatever torture was to come. "I need my shadowsinger to be able to walk into battle should I require such," said the Death God airily, as he arrived at Azriel's back. The sword scraping against the stone stopped abruptly and Azriel straightened in his chains. "I don't, however, need you to fly." Azriel turned his head to protest, anything but his- But Koschei had already hefted his sword and with both hands brought the blade down severing Azriel's wings from his body. Azriel cried out in a broken voice that pierced the night *** After the battle with Koschei leaves Azriel without his wings, he is a shell of his former self. No one can seem to pull the shadowsinger back from the edge... But Gwyneth Berdara, his mate, has never been one to back down from a challenge. Loosely inspired by Tower of Dawn. Angst with happy ending! Check TW in beginning comments.Terminé
A Song of Faithless Shadows
Gwyneth had always felt connected to her faith, a higher power presiding over her. That faith had shaken that devastating day those years ago, the day that went on to haunt her every nightmare for years to come. She's still trying to come back from it, to not only restore her faith in life and love, but her faith in herself. The sanctity of her spirit- she prayed for resolve. Every punch was a prayer. Every mile was a hymn. Until her knuckles bled and her knees gave. Azriel had been surrounded by darkness his whole life, a poison on his world, on his being. He exercised restraint in his every waking moment, banishing that darkness within himself. Some guessed of the strain it put on him, but no one knew the extent of it, how deep his scars ran. It was better this way, he was sure. He had always thought that if there were a higher power- which he wholly doubted- such deities must loathe him to have burdened him such darkness. He hadn't much faith in the gods anyway, much less faith that he could sway their opinion on him. But Gwyneth and Azriel did have one thing in common: the quiet fight within themselves. They only knew one way: to go about it alone, couldn't fathom letting another in. But there's a magic in finding someone who is your equal but opposite, something transforming. And frankly, Gwyneth and Azriel could both use a little magic. All characters owned by SJM in the ACOTAR series. Story takes place after the events of ACOSF. Aligns with the events in my other fic: A Storm of Flames and Deceit. I haven't finished Crescent City, so this story takes place outside of the events of those books as well. CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ Mentions of r*pe, use of profanity, explicit content, sexual content, violence, torture, mentions of suicidal thoughts and depression, mentions of self harmTerminé
Sleep Sleep Beauty Bright
With war looming on the horizon, Azriel and Gwyn finally decide to act on their feelings for one another. But they never have enough time; their assignments always seem to keep them apart. Az promises that they will have time, just as soon as war is done. But when Koschei curses the Shadowsinger with deathless sleep, Gwyn must race against time to find Az and break the curse. Because more than just her heart is at stake.Terminé
A Court of shadows and love
"Do you think you can stop me shadow singer?" Xander asked in an eerie voice as his eyes glowed. Xander's body thrummed with power every single one present there felt it. "Az, don't" Rhys warned as he eyed Xander. Azriel took a step forward and his breath hitched as he saw that there was no glinting grey eyes looking back at him. Xander's eyes shined golden in the dark as he looked Azriel dead in his eyes. "I will kill you if you stand in my way shadow singer" Xander taunted in the same voice. "If you kill me my mate will die and you will lose your vessel" Azriel retorted as his hands balled into fists. Xander tilted his head to one side and looked down at his chest and then turned towards Azriel's . "Then I will break the bond" Xander stated as his left hand wrapped in the middle air. Everyone's breath hitched as the golden string attached to his heart and Azriel's became visible. Azriel howled in pain as his knees gave out. Feyre and Rhys rushed to his side and held him. Rhys's throat bobbed as he gulped loudly. Cassian's siphons flared and formed a shield around Nesta , Amren and Mor to save them from Xander's wrath. Rhys surged forward to tackle Xander. "Don't be stupid boy" Xander threatened as he froze Rhys in midair. If any anyone had doubts about the extent of Xander's power it was cleared in that instant. Xander, Feyre, Amren and Nesta clutched their ears and fell to the ground as a shrill cried echoed in their ears. Rhys cradled Xander in his arms as his eyes fluttered open. Rhys breathed a shy of relief when he saw that his eyes weren't glowing. "Az" Xander breathed. Azriel crawled forward and kissed forehead. "You're alright" Azriel said and weaved his hands through his hair. Everything hit him like a tidal wave as the memories of what happened returned to his head. This is the story of Xander Archeron.The youngest of four. Twin to Elain the second youngest. Follow him through the events of his life.![Touched by the Flame || Azriel Shadowsinger [EDITING]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/296195344-256-k55968.jpg)
Touched by the Flame || Azriel Shadowsinger [EDITING]
!! This story is currently in the process of being heavily edited !! [Progress: edited through chapter 2] |A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES| Perhaps it was her own fault that the people around her always ended up hurt. Perhaps she had done something, stumbled upon some curse that doomed everything she cared about to be touched by the flame. ~ Soraya Beddor was supposed to die alongside her family the night their house was burned to the ground. To the rest of the world, she was but another body that hadn't been found among the ashes. Maybe a piece of her did die that night. Because now all she wants is to hurt the people who hurt her. To find Feyre Archeron and the faeries that sentenced she and her family to death, and make them feel every bit of her pain. But does she have it in her to become just as monstrous as those who left her to ruin?Terminé
A Court of Stars and Shadows
Azriel, the spymaster of the Night Court, one of the most powerful Illyrians to walk Prythian. He was damaged, he was broken, and he thought himself evil. He found solace in his darkness and in his shadows. Gwyneth Berdara, a priestess in the library after a horrific event left her scarred. She had finally learned to come out of her shell, as she and her found family of Nesta and Emerie began training to be Valkyries. They were unlikely friends, and yet they found themselves becoming close with one another, almost as if they were drawn together, and it was out of their control. After all, he was the one who saved her from the Hybern soldiers that fateful night, and it was her who will unknowingly save him from himself. the characters and world all belong to SJM! not me, this is a work of fan fiction but the plot is mine :)Terminé
Beyond Fire Night
Gwyn has been selected for the Great Rite and is about to be sent to meet the other Priestesses in the Spring Court. She wants to participate, but she can't imagine being with a male she doesn't know - that she doesn't trust. But she trusts Azriel. Azriel who gave her private dagger lessons, who helped her set up the Valkyrie ribbon test, who spars with her alone in the training ring at night. He could be the solution to her problem. And maybe the answer to her prayers.Terminé
When she meets his eye, it's like those times when they glance at each other during training, when they're in perfect agreement for an extended, shining moment. Azriel extends his hand, his Siphon gleaming cobalt and his fingers bare even in this cold, the scars an intricate mark of whatever he himself has survived. "Welcome to the mission, Gwyn," he says, and Gwyn wants to savor it, the feeling of his hand wrapped around hers, his long fingers brushing her wrist. The approval she sees in those lovely eyes. She could swear she sees one of his shadows make its way up her arm. &&& While Azriel and Gwyn work to free Koschei's captives, attraction turns into something more.
Plus d’InfosDirectives du Contenu