Arthur Blue Exorcist Novels & Stories

She refused to go to an eternal slumber because she had a purpose to fulfil before she sleeps. Until a certain day, and the past but familiar enemy of all vampdragons came again to cause a war. Arthur had became a complete demon, his eyes were black and he had nine horns on his head. And his claws were sharper than that of an eagle. He was far worse than the Demon King himself. Everyone saw him because as he entered the city, every where turned dark and the dark auras spread out into homes and buildings of the city. It was like the dark auras had a special mind control powers. Everyone fell under the commands of Arthur fiend.

“Mamie…. Mamie… Mamie!” “Think of your son!” Rex urged. “Your son needs you! You have to calm down! You have to focus!” Arthur's roar ripped through the air again and Rex turned back frantically and fearfully. It seemed that Arthur was losing himself to the battle. A bloody gash had been torn across Arthur’s shoulder, but he kept killing. Maybe he would end up killing a few actual vampires while he was at it. It would go a long way toward helping them out in the war that was going to come. He shuddered. Tom had been wrong. There was nothing they could have done to avoid the war. It was clear that someone among the vampires was willing to do whatever it took to make it happen.

“I’m here to get the orb to defend the North from the demons and restore the power of the blue crystal in Ice Crown Glacier.” “Very well.” Arth suddenly woke up. He was startled after seeing his own body standing for hours in the circle of the three obelisks. He suddenly felt something in his right hand. He looked at it and realized that he was holding the frost orb. It was glowing with radiant blue light. Arth smiled gratefully. I can feel it… the power… “Your body will now absorb the orb. Slowly… grasp it and hold it harder.” The statue spoke out at the temple.

Each time we were a step closer to achieving our long goal, Father finds someone else to replace the current exorcist The last time we got closer to achieving our long goal was the battle between Asmodeus and Reverend Father Frank. We have never seen any like him before. We won the fight but lost the body. The Reverend Father was crippled by Asmodeus while he put a dent on Asmodeus life forcing him to stay in a coma state for years

"I couldn't stand him seven years ago, and I still can't stand him now. He’s a lunatic, a psychopath—his brain operates on a completely different frequency than the rest of humanity!" Despite Sarah’s protests, the group moves toward the entrance of the Blue Lagoon. Sarah is determined to ignore the fact that her ex-husband, Arthur Vance, is inside with his mistress. But when the doors open and Arthur sees his rival, Julian Thorne, holding his daughter like a father, the "Scorched Earth" war moves from the courtroom to the dance floor. Does Arthur still have a right to be jealous, or has Julian already won the battle for the Vance legacy?

Arthur whispered, his voice barely audible, “I can’t... let go...” Mira glanced at him, her expression softening with pity. “Hold on, Arthur. I’m going to get you through this.” Tony leaned closer, his hand resting on Arthur’s shoulder. “Stay with us, Arthur. Don’t let them win.” Arthur didn’t respond. He couldn’t. The darkness was too strong, too tempting. The hallucinations came in waves—memories distorted into nightmares, familiar faces twisted with malice. Elara’s face floated before him, but this time, her eyes were cold, accusing. She whispered his name, but it wasn’t in love; it was in contempt.

"You stayed in the dark with her while I was hunting a ghost that didn't exist." "Dante, look at the screen," I said, my voice trembling as I pressed my hands against his chest. His heart was a jackhammer, a violent, erratic thrum. "The Red Box. It’s done. Arthur is finished. We didn't need to kill him. We erased him." Dante didn't look. He leaned down, his forehead dropping against mine, his breath coming in jagged hitches. He was vibrating with the effort of not breaking something—of not breaking me.

Then, he inserted another six parts in. After the treatment, Chad opened his Clairvoyant Eye and saw Arthur's brightness gradually increase and pulsate rhythmically. Under the Clairvoyant Eye, Arthur's body's brightness flickered like burning flames. Arthur suddenly gasped for air. His chest heaved as he resumed breathing. At that point, the light on his body stabilized like a blazing bonfire. Chad took advantage of the opportunity and poured the Elixir of Life he had prepared into Arthur's mouth. He noticed that the brightness on Arthur's body had finally stabilized as soon as Arthur took the pills.

said Victoria. Swope and Borin looked at each other. If Lord Meozo was back, his associates would go after the descendants of the loyal ones who got killed and weren’t above taking others to lure them. They would need to explain what happened to Principal Arthurio and although it was well past curfew, they didn’t want to give the girls detention: they should never have had to fight demons on school grounds. “Are we in trouble? Blue saved my life. I know we shouldn’t be here and fighting, but these creatures almost took us.”

I snapped. The chamber went still. Reynold’s smile faded. He stepped closer. “Move aside.” “No.” “Arthur.” “No.” His eyes narrowed. “Very well,” he murmured. “Then I’ll take her after I kill you.” He signaled with two fingers. His creatures lunged. Everything erupted at once. The experiments charged—fast, unnatural, limbs bending at impossible angles. Arthur’s soldiers rushed forward to intercept. Arthur stayed with me, claws drawn, eyes glowing molten silver.