Arthur Blue Exorcist Novels & Stories

Blue ignored the fact the man who begged her to indulge him in dinner was playing the martyr. “I had to have dinner with Richard,” “Did he even leave after breakfast?” “He works for you, aren’t you supposed to keep track of that?” “Exterminators work with pests, last I checked I wasn’t one,” Vincent smiled slightly. Lit by only the dull streetlights, face gaunt beneath its darkness, Blue felt she was looking at the warped shadow of a sock puppet; looming and domineering, small in itself but so terrifying as it stared back at her in the darkness. Hated that the crueler the man looked, the more she wanted that very face between her legs. “Are you still up for dinner?”

He blurted out. "So Shaun, how's that new property you acquired?" I heard one of his cousins ask him. "Good Richard. You know— Melio here helped me acquire it. You should experience her first-hand in a business mood— very precise." He said that with his hands still scavenging my pussy. Fuck I want to scream! "So this is an office romance kinda thing. Everything Blue". I was about correcting Catherine when his finger penetrated my pussy. "Urr.rr! I moaned out.

It smashed onto the concrete below, glass shattering. My heart sank. "Now," Arthur said, pulling a syringe from his pocket. It was filled with a glowing blue liquid. "This is the accelerator. The toxin is dormant. This will wake it up. Finish you off in minutes." He pointed the needle at Julian. "No!" I screamed.

My eyes moved around searching for my car, a little confused about where I must have left it. “I think that’s your car over there, but why is he resting on it?” Mateo pointed ahead, and truly my car was there. And the person resting on it was Arthur. His car was beside mine. Arthur wore black pants and a black full-sleeved shirt. I wondered where he was before here. I won’t be surprised if he has been with Olivia. His eyes locked on me, then it shifted to Mateo then back to mine. His gaze hardened, a frown settling on his face.

I slammed the engine to life, the tires spinning in the dirt as I floored it. "Darius, my father!" Iris looked back. Arthur was standing in the middle of the clearing, clutching his ledger to his chest as the red mist swallowed him whole. He didn't scream. He just vanished into the crimson dark, the leather-bound book the last thing I saw before the fog claimed him. I didn't look back. I drove like a man possessed, the van bouncing over the uneven terrain as we raced away from the gorge. "We're just humans in a van, Iris," I said, a dark, hysterical laugh bubbling up as I checked the rearview mirror. "No pack, no palace, and a world that’s currently turning into a horror show."

My legs feel weak, about sending me falling to the ground. Alpha Arthur turns toward me, and his furious gaze makes me take a few steps back. His light blue eyes blaze with wrath, like hot coal as he stomps toward me. His lips twist to the sides, revealing his perfect white teeth. The smile he has playing on his lips is a nasty one, sending a creepy signal through my veins. “How dare you drug and fuck me?” Alpha Arthur roars as he clutches my tiny neck, his angry eyes piercing through my soul. I hold his huge hand on my neck, “I-I’m very sorry, Alpha. It wasn’t an intentional act. Please, forgive me,” my eyes are watering as my breath is coming in short gasp.

He took a step closer, his voice low and menacing. "Then perhaps I should remind you of the consequences of threatening my wife." Matthew stood up from the couch and his men came beside him, "Arthur, do you think I am scared of you?" he scoffed. Arthur's eyes narrowed. "You should be. But since you're not, let's settle this once and for all." He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small box, opening it to reveal a sleek, silver switchblade. "We'll fight right now, here in your mansion."

I spit it out on the ground, but Arthur refuses to give me a break and kicks my ribs, making me inhale, but the sensation is close to inhaling knives because of the pain. I roll over to my back, and Arthur watches me, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and challenge, as though to say, "Yeah, that's what I can do. Do you want more?" Fear ripples down my body. What happened to Arthur? Why is he trying to kill me now? Why does it seem like I'm fighting his evil twin or his body possessed by some kind o demon?

The relic in his chest surged dangerously. Still, he moved. He parried a strike. Then another. He pivoted into a roll, sliced through the illusion Vurnex had formed—his father, once again telling him he was nothing. Arthur buried the Emberblade into the illusion's heart. He turned to Vurnex, breathing hard. Still silent. Still standing. The creature grew more erratic. It screamed in languages lost to time. Its form flickered, became a storm of faces—Catherine, Father Michael, Isabella, the Elders, the unborn child, the original Altarbearer.