Amaimon Blue Exorcist Novels & Stories

Amilia jumped on me and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Amilia. Control yourself" Nicole warned Amilia who wasn't willing to listen. The day ended happily for us all as I waved them goodbye and watched the taxi driver take them to their destination before entering my car to go back to my lonely home. I planned to go back to the demon world the next day. Cole's POV

Her face was red, and her feet were kicking in the air. "Amaya! Noo!" Oren yelled. Blaze shifted, and I knew he would wake up soon. So I let go of him and jumped on my feet. I need to help Amaya now! I grabbed Aalto from behind and pressed my palms on his chest, trying to do what I've done earlier with Zeru. But it didn't work. He was too strong. He let go of Amaya, who fell on the floor coughing violently and turned around. His eyes were now glowing red.

I wondered. “Very well, everyone moves back, except Mirela, you stay with me. I’ll try to control her powers first, stabilize them, and erase them for a while. Ok.” Octavius ordered. We all moved back near the doors. As he took a seat near Amilia, my father raised his hand, and Blue light started emitting from him. It was surprising and exciting at the same time to watch him use magic, especially the warlock one.

I usher. Amelia walked in with a slight smile on her lips. She's one of the workers in the penthouse. "You look beautiful Luna," She says her eyes gleaming. I blushed, "Thank you, Amelia." She nods, "The driver is here" she announces making my heart drop. "Alright I'll be down in a bit" I answer my hands already getting sweaty. I bit my lower lip feeling anxious. I couldn't explain how I was feeling at the moment but it sure was making my stomach churn with panic.

Alpha Dominic roared. Amaira’s eyes widened with shock, and she looked at Beta Alexander. She stared at the ground for a while, and with fake tears of a crocodile, she cried, covering her mouth. “It was a misunderstanding. I didn’t do any black magic.” She muttered. Carolina angrily fisted her palm and released a loud, angry breath. She held Amaira’s chin up and slapped her right across the right cheek. Amaira crawled back, but her evil eyes resumed their place, replacing the innocent dove-like ones she had been pretending to possess.

Another shock wave suddenly burst out again, and all the demons that followed behind him disintegrated completely. The ringing in his ears got louder, and he started to bleed from both his eyes and ears. His vision got blurry, and he clenched his teeth in an attempt to resist the pain. He slowly raised his head to see what caused the enormous shockwave, and all he could see was a figure covered in a blackish-red aura, standing a short distance from Anaya. It had white, glowing eyes and stared blankly at him. “Wha-what are you?” Mammon asked.

I comply before shakily walking back to the table, shamelessly leaving Kai to clean up my mess. My eyes well up as I think about what will happen to Azriel. In what state is he now? Does he even know that an imposter has taken hold of his position? I close my eyes, trying to take in deep breaths. ‘He is a lycan. He will find a way,’ Amaia whispers. Although I am doubtful, I pray that her words come true. ~~~~~ I am not sure when I dozed off, but I wake up to insistent knocks on the door. Amaia becomes alert. I leave my room to go check and see that even Kai has been woken up by the noise.

Mune shouted. Amaya was shocked after realizing her mistake. "THEN WHY ARE YOU CHASING HIM, NATHAN?! You're the one who made me think I got the right soul!" Amaya shouted. "Of course, he is going after him, and he's the accomplice to accomplish this crime perfectly." Amaya rolled her eyes. Her eye color changed into blue, and she used her power to make the soul unconscious. "Then, I'm not fully dumb." "You're still dumb, shit head. Look at your guy," Mune said.

That she could burn her. She didn’t just survive fire now—she commanded it. The Blue Flame. Fire from the Nether Realm. Fire that obeyed not the laws of nature, but the will of its wielder. Once, long ago, the first Blue Wolf—Aamon—had wielded it. A prince fated to marry for politics, not love. But he fell for a maid named Mona, and chose love over duty. They fled, living humbly in a quiet village where kindness meant more than crowns.

"As a representative of the Council, I can't overlook that the Blood Moon Pack's registered beta broke the law. He will have to either be sentenced to death or imprisonment." I looked at the representative. "Amos and Blue, my beta and Estate Manager, will be coming home with me tonight without fuss or whatever fear you have of Oren is going to be the last of your problems." I glared at him. The man lost all color in his face. "The Covens, the Clans, and the Elven Kingdoms will eat you alive." His eyes bulged. 'T-The K-Kingdoms?" "Blue is part elvish. Half, to be specific," I said. "Do you want to even know what Amos is and who will be here if he isn't released within the next hour?"