Novels by Azizah

The bone-white blade hummed against Eron’s sternum, the vibration rattling his ribs. Varek Tolin looked down at him with the kind of pity usually reserved for a dog with a broken leg."Seriously?" Eron choked out, his voice a jagged rasp in the frozen air. "You’re going to kill me while I’m not even wearing a shirt? That’s low, Varek. Even for an Exorcist."Varek’s smile didn't reach his glowing amber eyes. "The universe doesn't care about your wardrobe, Eron. It cares about the fact that your existence is a cancer on the timeline. Every breath you take is a second stolen from a billion other souls.""Is that the 'Pre-killer' pitch?" Eron spat, trying to summon a spark of violet mana, but the bone-blade seemed to suck the energy right out of his skin. "Kill the kid before he grows up to be the monster? It’s a bit cliché, don't you think?""It’s not a pitch, Eron. It’s math," Varek replied calmly. "In ninety-four percent of the futures we’ve calculated, your 'Great Catalyst' event ends

The stone under Eron’s feet felt like it was crumbling into a void. He stared at the carving—Died: Tomorrow—until the letters blurred into jagged, mocking lines."We aren't staying here," Saphira’s voice was a low, vibrating growl. She didn't look at him; she was already scanning the shadows of the Ossuary, her hand white-knuckled on her claymore. "Della, Ishan, Korvin. Out. Now.""But I wanted to see if the kings were buried with their jewelry!" Korvin complained, though his spectral form was already beginning to dissipate into the violet smoke of the soul-bond."Korvin, for once in your miserable afterlife, read the room," Ishan snapped, adjusting his cuffs. "Our Master is currently staring at his own expiration date. It’s hardly the time for looting. Eron, darling, don't worry about the stone. Statistically, most prophecies are just poorly written fanfiction of the universe."Della lingered the longest, her silver eyes shimmering with a rare, haunting sadness. She touched Eron’s ch

The damp night air of the Low Quarter clung to Eron’s skin like a shroud as they stepped out of Neris Vale’s shop. Behind him, the heavy thud of Saphira’s boots and the ethereal fluttering of three very loud ghosts created a cacophony that definitely wasn't "stealthy.""So, Iron Hills," Eron said, checking his new boots—courtesy of a terrified Neris. "How are we even getting there without being vaporized at the first checkpoint?""We aren't going to the hills yet, Master," Della said, materializing in front of him and walking backward with effortless grace. "If we just charge in there, we’re just making the Wardens’ job easier. They’ve turned the hills into a temporal fortress. We need a bypass. A back door.""And let me guess," Saphira interjected, her hand hovering near her claymore. "This back door involves more heresy?""Oh, honey, it involves the best kind of heresy," Ishan chirped, adjusting his silk cravat despite being a translucent spirit. "The Royal Ossuary. It’s where the K

The heavy stone lid of the sarcophagus didn't just slide; it was wrenched open by the skeletal hands of Korvin Ashar, letting in a rush of frigid, ash-choked air.“Alright, lovebirds, break it up!” Korvin roared, his voice echoing like a landslide. “I’ve spent the last ten minutes stacking Warden corpses like cordwood while you two were in there playing ‘hide the candle.’ Get out! This crypt smells like repressed hormones and failure!”Eron scrambled out first, his face a shade of crimson that rivaled the dying embers of the battle. He offered a hand to Saphira, who took it with a grip that was entirely too tight. As she stepped out, her silver armor clattered, and she pointedly avoided looking at him. Her breathing was still shallow, her lips parted and swollen from the heat of their proximity.“That... that was for survival,” Saphira hissed, dusting off her greaves. “Thermal regulation. Nothing more.”“Right,” Eron stammered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Totally. Survival. I’ve ne

The first Warden’s staff struck the mossy earth with a metallic thud, and the world suddenly felt like it was being poured through molasses.“Uh, Della? Is the world lagging, or did I just have a stroke?” Eron gasped, his voice sounding like a slowed-down phonograph record.“Temporal stasis field, Master!” Della’s voice echoed inside his head, vibrant and unaffected. “They’re slowing your personal timeline. To them, you’re a statue. To you, they’re just... really, really fast.”“Great. Fantastic. I’m a sitting duck in slow motion,” Eron grunted, straining against the invisible weight of the air.“Not if I hijack your motor functions!” Della chirped. “Hold on to your soul, Eron. This is going to tickle!”Violet lightning arced through Eron’s veins. His body jerked, his limbs suddenly snapping into motion with a speed that made his joints scream. He dove to the left just as a golden beam of ‘erasure’ light incinerated the spot where he’d been standing.“Mavren! Saphira! Get to the crypt

“So, are you going to keep pinning me against the wall, or are we going to kiss? Because the tension is killing me, and I’m already dead,” Della said, her voice dripping with a sugary, lethal sweetness.Saphira didn’t look at her. Her focus remained entirely on Eron, her knuckles white as she held him by the collar. “I am an officer of the Exorcist Bureau. I don’t ‘team up’ with abominations, Valther. I eliminate them.”“Then do it,” Eron squeaked, his feet dangling inches off the floor. “Eliminate us. But then you’ll never know why your brother’s soul is currently haunting a VIP lounge in the Underworld instead of resting in the Heavens. Go ahead. Be a professional. Kill the only person who can actually pull him back.”Saphira’s eyes flickered. For a second, the cold, sterile light of her erasure magic flared, and Eron felt the hair on his arms stand up. Then, with a grunt of frustration, she slammed him back onto his feet.“Five minutes,” Saphira hissed, pacing the cramped dorm room