Amaimon Blue Exorcist Novels & Stories

My father turned to me with a smile, “Go on darling, show your husband to the restroom.” I forced a small smile as I stood up gracefully. “Of course,” I said, gesturing for King Kealon to follow. As I led him out of the room, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of his stare on my back. What was he staring at? My ass? Nah, I was feeling his gaze on my head. When we were far from the elders and in a quiet hallway, I snapped my head in his direction and our eyes instantly met. My breath hitched as I only just noticed that he had insanely gorgeous blue eyes that were similar to Brandon’s.

He's leaning against his car, his eyes half-lidded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Goodnight, angel," he calls out, his voice smooth. I swallow. "Goodnight." The moment the door shuts behind me, I press my back to it, exhaling hard. Cora's already humming, kicking off her shoes. Eve disappears down the hall without a word. I rub my arms, trying to shake the strange chill running through me. Bellamy might be Kaziel's cousin... But there's something about him that feels just as dangerous. Maybe worse. Just then, my phone rings out, and I nearly jump out of my skin. Letting out a shaky breath, I head to the bathroom to answer the video call.

The man was dark and huge, with a mustache and dirty long hair, but his eyes were as blue as the sky above them. "Call me Ameth." He replied, and now Kain knew whose memory he was playing in. He too realized that this man wasn't just a mere human. He was also a hunter. The probabilities were beyond the explanation of his simple human mind, so Kain tried to turn his focus to the present memory and immediately took back the man's memory. He had a lot going on and couldn't afford to drop the dream. Odd or not, this dream has something to do with him being in this era.

I snapped. Lazarus looked at Amaya before returning his gaze to me and nodding. “So, Lazarus, what is she?” “She is a tri-bred. She is a demon, Siren and a Shifter.” “But I couldn’t sense any demon from her?” Amaya pointed out. "Neither could Abigail." “It is probably because the others dilute the demon part of her bloodline.” “So, does that mean you and Rook can shape-shift?” I asked my brothers.

Both of his hands on either side of my cheeks against the wall. We were now facing each other such that our nostrils were almost touching. I could feel his warm and intoxicating breath fanning my face. My eyes were closed but I could feel his boring holes into my face. "Open your eyes and look up at me, Amora." He gently said and on instinct, I slowly opened my eyes. His aqua blue orbs, when plastered on face, not giving me any chance to look away.

The bullet. Too much. Too fucking much. “You okay?” Camilla asked her without looking up. “I’ll live,” I muttered. “That dress says otherwise,” Camilla smirked. “But you wear it like armor. Respect.” I didn’t smile. “Who the hell are you?” “The one you has been sending you messages”, she replied. Rob answered. “This is Camilla Amato. Former Special Ops. Freelance ghost now. She used to work for the same people I did.”

for her vibrant glow and colors, a loud cracking sound is heard from somewhere in space and Kimora holds Recreation in her hand with the ax blades at the ready) Continuum Series; Exhausting Technique: True Distortion. (The colors suddenly flooding back into the world in a brilliant flash as Kimora explodes forward pulling the trigger on Recreation allowing it to fire a spray of bullets that appeared to multiply at infinitum. on impact with the creatures body the bullets continue to multiply until it disintegrated to dust. Each individual bullet coated in a colorless energy that seem to drain the very time of anything it touched. As the vicious halestorm of bullets conclude and only dust is

Paisley rubbed her head, "Mom was right. It's the quiet ones you have to watch for because deep down, they are crazier than you." "Hey, you're alive, aren't you...," She trailed off as Paisley pointed to Daiki, who now rushed forward with his fists raised "Maybe I can't kill you, but I can send you back to where you belong," Daiki shouted. His fist glowed brighter and spiritual symbols of all descriptions covered the glove, "Grand fist of exorcism," He bellowed. Metal crashed into bone. "Nooooo," the skeletal foe bellowed. Something black and smoky erupted from the bones and clattered to the ground. The ground shook with ferocity. Nozomi and Paisley hugged each other, "You need to choose you