Amaimon Blue Exorcist Novels & Stories

Silence. My eyes widened, my mouth opening slightly. "Oh." "She’s trash," Blanke and I both turned to Amon standing at the pantry door. "Blanke," Amon’s gaze was sharp at Blanke. "Understood, sir," Blanke bowed his head. Amon walked toward his room. I was still sitting, curiosity burning inside me. "Miss Imelda can temporarily cure Mr. Amon’s illness." Blanke said. My eyes snapped to him. I froze, not blinking. "Everyone hopes you can do the same."

How furious she was when she heard the information from the system! Why couldn't it just tell her directly that Misty would have long died if it weren't for Eithan' inexplicable connection with her? And that whatever link serving as a shield against the foreign entities - the soul and its AI, was the only reason Misty hadn't become somebody else? Agatha looked at her pale-faced sleeping friend and wondered what that annoying thing that refused to go to the afterlife had done. "... I browsed the skill shop. There's something called Exorcism Skill there. It could probably help. But the problem is that only those at Level 6 could purchase it," Ver frustratedly said, the dark bags under his eyes

“You’re forgetting that you are not his human. He was forced to live in your body, and it’s my job to take him back.” ‘I can’t believe he still trusts my father. He wants to impress him. Blake and Loup are not as bad as they’re portraying to be. I’m more dangerous than them,’ I heard Amoux. At the same time Connor looked at me with knowing eyes. We were not going to let them take him, and that was final. But before we were able to go further in our argument, a bright light appeared at the distance. “What’s that?” I asked. “Oh, that must be the little witch and her family. I saw her earlier, they were performing some type of ritual,” Blake replied.

She is truly a beautiful woman from her feet to her perfectly coifed blonde pixie haircut. Men fall over themselves for her beauty, but they fear the odd hue of blue muted purple of her eyes. “Do you have a problem with backup Aiden?" Mirasol asks as a swirl of smoke plays around her head. “Every job you’re on, you insist on going it alone. Even with a great girl like Camille backing you,” she says angrily.

My heart raced against my ribcage with each step I took, and seeing my friend’s blood on my hand, I couldn’t help but feel my chest ache. Entering the bathroom, I stared at my reflection for a second as I turned the faucet on to wash the blood off my hands. My eyes held anger, hatred, and darkness like never before, and I knew that all these emotions were directed at ONE person, and one person alone. I, Alpha Dante D’Angelo, will not rest or stop until you are dead, Giovanni D’Angelo. It is time for you to sleep with one eye open, because I am coming for you…

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

I freeze in shock. The only eyes I've ever seen turn black this way are mine, which comes from my demon side. Was that what she was? I look up at Blair, who is still chanting, now only louder, with beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She falls to her knees as Amara continues to scream; her eyes are full black now. I can see Blair's eyes glowing violently white before she gasps and drops her hands. Amara's body instantly relaxes, and her eyes turn back to normal. They're both breathing heavily; I cup Amara's cheeks and kiss her all over her face, trying to calm both of us. She lets out a weak laugh as she grips her chest.

"My father was a healer. He used blue roots to draw out silver." "Blue root works on standard silver, Amora," Susan said, wiping sweat from her brow as she grabbed a fresh syringe of clear fluid. "This is city tech. It’s chemically engineered to kill a dominant werewolf. His heart is failing. If I can't neutralize the chemical binding agent in the next ten minutes, his organs will shut down." Oscar’s eyelids fluttered open. The hazel was entirely gone, replaced by a dull, milky white. He looked toward Amora, his lips moving soundlessly. He was trying to tell her to run. Even at the edge of death, his instinct was to shield her.

"Really weird ..." "Father Amon!", Godric heard it again, turned his head and saw a young man next to him. The blue-haired man estimated him to be fifteen to sixteen at most. It was a blond young man who came up to Godric's shoulder. The hair was slightly curled and instead of like Amon, who wore black clothes, this boy wore white clothes. Godric could see a chain with an amulet around the boy's neck. It was the symbol for a priest's assistant. This young man appeared to be Amon's right-hand man. He put his hands on his side and looked reproachfully at his master. “Father! Have you eaten meat again ?! ”Godric looked slightly confused at the scene, turned his gaze to Amon, who looked easily c

The way he looked at me, before I saw him do that thing he does when he is trying to sense someone, held a lot of questions. He hadn't noticed that I had a beast yet, I guess it's because he is more focused on getting Mum's attention. A towering Man with roughened ack hair and grey eyes, clad in a white coat distracted us when he stepped into the room. He hands Amaya over a report before his eyes move to us and he greets everyone starting from Mum. I guess he is Amaya's mate Mum talked about with the way they interrupted just with their eyes. "Well, I guess it's confirmed, He is indeed working with someone." Amaya announced. "Not just traces of magic were found in the system of the beast but