Arthur Blue Exorcist Mga Nobela at Kwento

Daemon’s POV He hadn't changed a wink since the last time I saw him, which was years ago. He was still tall and lanky, those bright blue eyes taking the room with such ease, rare to find. He had always been that way, taking on life with such excitement. "Balor!" The name fell from her lips easily as he crossed the space. That was when I noticed the flowers in his hands. Tulips. Not exactly Annie's favorite, but there was no way he could have known that.

Looking at my pack who are still fighting and holding their own against the weapons of the guards. My father begins to shift, his bones popping as they dislocate and rearrange themselves, and I find myself staring into the swirling cobalt eyes of Arthur. He’s the polar opposite of David, he’s evil, sadistic and a little crazy. A perfect soul matched to my father. He lunges forwards to attack; I shift my weight onto my heals and twist as I use his trajectory against him and throw him into a nearby tree.

Her eyes were turning white and were starting to glow as if she was possessed. “May I have a very definite reason for the actions that you have made today? If I am correct, your father must be Gregory Sprite, yes?” Arthur asked. She clicked her tongue and ignored his question, she stood there in silence facing the dusty and cracked flooring. Her grinding of her teeth could easily be heard if you get closer to her. Arthur leaned towards her shoulder and whispered something to her ear, she raised her head with an enraged look and immediately stabbed Arthur in the abdomen. Arthur was sent to his knees… or so how everyone thought. The person that was stabbed suddenly vanished right in front of t

The woman behind me, points at me and screams, "He killed her." Scanning the crowd around me, I catch a glimpse of red and look closer. There she stands, the soul eater with her black soulless eyes just smiling at me with that smile that still creeps me out. You would think that it wouldn't after all this time, but it still gives me a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

The trauma settles under her hiccups, but she refuses to become part of any monstrous acts. “Keep your eyes open, princess. Watch the falling statue of a remorseless creature before he turns into dust. I have not even started yet.” Arnold yelled, causing her soul to almost jump out of her skin. The dominance and authority in his voice compelled her to open those swollen orbs wider and look at the scene uninterrupted. He was going to put a show for her so she could wash away the disgust in Arthur’s dying howls. She sat there, clutching the blanket close to her body and watched her savior bringing justice to her. Arthur was barely alive as the pain of lost anatomy vibrated in his body and bloo

He was staring at me before he barked out loud. “You? You as the real heir? Oh, I don’t think this day would get better and better but you are delusional, human. Don’t you know who are you protecting right now? She’s Blue Blood and if you don’t know what it was, let me educate you. It’s the closest thing to a Vampire. So tell me, Timmy, don’t you afraid of Vampire?” He asked as I was looking at him before I turned to look at Sabel. She smiled.

"Gentlemen, I don't know what has happened here today, but I suggest you get rid of this body and clean up the rest of the field. I am waiting for my compensation so I can leave, Council Members! It looks like a massacre has happened here." "Very well, um, what's your name again?" "My name is Jessblue, High Harbinger!" He looks at me and says, "Jessblue, I will have the guard bring your payment to you." Fifteen minutes later, I walk out of Bluestoria fields with my payment and the documents I had stolen from the tournament table stating I was a slave to the council members. Now, I begin my promise and journey to live life and not let anything break me down ever again. I will become stronger

"You can't move. It might not be as satisfying to kill you like this, but I'm not taking any chances. Say goodbye, Ethan." Arthur summoned an evil, pitch-black magical shot, aiming it point-blank at the trapped Beta. "NO!" Rose screamed as the projectile slammed into her mate, dropping him instantly. Desperation clawed at her throat. Goddess, please... give me the strength to kill this demon. Because the man standing before her wasn't her brother anymore. Arthur had completely transformed into a monster—a bloodthirsty devil bent on erasing everything and everyone she held dear. If she didn't act now, her mate would die.

The heart monitor’s steady beeping turned frantic, a high-pitched alarm that sent fear spiraling through her. The door burst open as doctors and nurses flooded into the room. One of them gently pulled Aurora back as they began their desperate fight to stabilize him. “No! Please!” she cried, her vision blurring as she watched helplessly. “Code blue! We’re losing him!” The room spun. The words became distant — a hum of panic and desperation she couldn’t fully comprehend. Lucian’s arms wrapped around her from behind, holding her up when her legs threatened to collapse beneath her. “Francisco Lancaster… time of death: 8:47 PM.”

Chapter 64: Santa Cruz Night Tuesday – The Day The next morning, sunlight slanted through the tall arched windows of BludHeaven Academy’s cafeteria, turning the polished marble floors into pools of liquid gold. The usual morning chaos was in full swing: younger students darting between tables, trays clattering, the rich scent of fresh coffee mingling with warm pastries and something faintly metallic that only the older vampires seemed to notice.