Azriel's pov
The night, once a canvas for the tapestry of dreams, had become a realm tainted by haunting visions. As I slept, the shadows within my mind played host to a recurring nightmare, a surreal dance with a girl whose presence lingered like an enigma, a puzzle I couldn't solve.
In the labyrinth of my dreams, she emerged a silhouette veiled in darkness, her features obscured by an elusive mist. Her eyes, pools of endless stars, held a depth that seemed to swallow the very essence of my being. The whisper of her laughter, haunting and melodic, echoed through the corridors of my subconscious, a symphony of both allure and disquiet.
The dreams were a paradox-a torment that left me yearning for an understanding I couldn't grasp. Her figure, elusive and ever-moving, seemed to slip through the spaces between my outstretched fingers, leaving me with an unshakable sense of longing.
I awoke bathed in a cold sweat, the memories of the dream clinging to my consciousness like a lingering mist. The weight of the visions pressed upon me, a disconcerting fusion of desire and uncertainty. It was torture, to know who she was but at the same time, she was a stranger. The moment I knew she was the one for me, I had been beyond happy.
But it all came crashing down when I felt her die. When I felt her heart stop. And it all broke, the bond, the hope...me.
She was my mate, and she was dead.
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A Court of Shadows and Chaos (Azriel fanfic)
قصص الهواةAzriel is plagued with dreams of a girl who was gone before he even had a chance to know her. With the help of the mysterious fourth Archeron sister Lyla, the Inner Circle must not only battle the threat of Keoschi but forces not of this world. This...
