Arthur Blue Exorcist Novels & Stories

It was a version of Leo from the very first chapter—the cold, billionaire king. The "Exorcism" hadn't just removed Arthur. It had split Leo’s own consciousness.

He had been staring at that window for nearly ten minutes when the gates finally opened with a metallic groan that sounded like a scream. Marcus Thorne stood in the gateway, his younger brother now twenty years old and every inch the perfect exorcist heir Gabriel had failed to become. Marcus wore the traditional black cassock of the Order, the silver cross at his throat catching the floodlights as he regarded Gabriel with an expression carved from ice and contempt. Where Gabriel had always been lean and rangy, built for speed rather than strength, Marcus had inherited their father's broader build, all righteous muscle and holy conviction. "You actually came." Marcus's voice carried none of t

“I should kill you where you stand.” “You could try,” Arthur said, his voice cold and smooth. He didn't look at the bodies. He looked at Dante. “But then he would certainly die. And that would be a waste of a perfectly good tool, wouldn't it?” He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a silver case. He flicked it open. Inside sat a single, shimmering syringe filled with a glowing blue liquid. “The Neutralizer,” Bianca whispered.

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.

with no shirt on. Seeing this made Thanatos eyes grew smaller and darker, like he's gonna punch Arthur any minute. He quickly took off his jacket and dumped it on my shoulders, then turned back to face Arthur. "What are you doing here?" "What are you doing here?" they both asked each other at once. I facepalm myself, a third world war is about to happen in my house...I don't think so, not in my house!

Adir place the hair on Castus palm " You're my friend and that's hard to be" "You're saying all of this because you don't know what happened,the Dotedrins killed a lot of witches back then,they thought they'd the supreme power over everything"Castus exhale tired of repeating himself"The hair is blue" "Blue?are you sure it's blue?" " Yes, it's color..."Castus pause. "Your dream" "The girl hair is also blue now don't tell me this is a coincidence" " It is but you didn't even see the girl face because it's blurry"Castus utter " I know it's rare for someone to have a natural blue hair but..."

Someone like a knight in shining armor. Bob and the others were shocked at the sudden turn of events. Yman was about to succeed but how come his resonance with his deity suddenly canceled?! They anxiously looked at the instructors. Even if Bob, Chloe, and Mai would rescue him, they definitely won't succeed because they were lacking in strength. Both of them have average scores on the evaluation exam. It means that their magic and strength were not strong enough to easily kill one of those monsters that were rank C.

Arthur thinks I'm adorable and tranquil, like a baby, which makes me more appealing in his eyes. "Hey! Will you be staring at me all day? or will you close your eyes and sleep?" I questioned him before widening my eyes to peer at him. Arthur was taken aback, as though he had just witnessed a zombie come back to life. Because he didn't anticipate my action, his soul briefly left his body. He had no idea I was going to catch him off guard.

" Boreas' call came and ended quickly. The conversation lingered heavily in Oscar's chest. Ruby was Jason's mother, and the latter was Arthur's son. The child's mother had been used as the sacrifice. 'How did Arthur become this cold? No, wait. That isn't certain. The disappearance of his body doesn't make him responsible for everything that followed. Someone else could be behind it. Assumptions are not evidence,' Oscar thought. "I'll handle it," Oscar muttered. … What Oscar didn't know was that, while Boreas had been speaking with him, Stanley had been placing a document into Boreas' hands. "A list of the more active dark arts organizations from the past several decades."