Astaroth Blue Exorcist Novels & Stories

God, I can't believe I'm thinking of his arms while he's about to kill a man. He opens his mouth in search of oxygen. His neck and face veins are swollen, which I would say is purple or even blue. It seems that their feet have already lost their lives, as they hang inert and without moving. He is a middle-aged man. It can be seen in the wrinkles on his hands or in the gray hair that begins to appear that it is closer to the third. -Azael- I utter serenely- Let it go. Azael looks at me with narrowed eyes before obeying me. And I am hardly surprised by how easy it is to control their actions. He drops it without any delicacy and drops it to the ground, causing a dry sound. The man is one secon

That made sense why he got those wounds despite wearing a mighty armor. “Hello, Cerina. It’s been a while,” Lotus greeted me but I just brushed him off. He’s not the Lotus we used to know. He was fake, an impostor. “One of Astaroth’s ability is amplification, but it only takes effect on dead corpses. He can increase up to tenfold the magic and prowess of a dead person when they were still alive,” Mammon segued in my mind. “So be careful, Cerina, especially that you’re foe is your late mother who was a former archempress of Celestia and a divine being like you,” he warned me. I nodded at him as a response.

He increases the pressure on the triangle, increasing the speed it is travelling, “All this that you fight for is meaningless. The world you are trying to cling onto is already doomed!” “I still do not care! You hurt my child and I am going to make you pay demon!” she strikes the ground twice with her stick and an earth barrier rises to protect her. She places her stuff right in front of her face, “Now cleanse the tainted!” A white light covers the whole area erasing the dark power whilst burning Astaroth. He screams in agonising pain. “You will pay for this witch!” he leaps off the ground forming a fist and Genteel smiles waiting for him.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

blue soul:- that means master you going to reveal it that you are the one who steals their ring, right when you steal it. ariel:- wait a minute if you steal it or I steal it, there might be possibilities that they suspect enemy nation, what should I do steal that ring and show them my face or I should just give you task to steal it. now I decided that go and steal it, I will reveal it when it is needed. blue soul:- yes master. now the blue soul transformed into a blue owl, it is a male by the way and goes its way to steal that ring and in meantime, ariel was resting in his room.

Hey everyone, it's been a while since you last heard from me. I have been doing great between Starmainia, Bluestoria, and the rest of the Crites on this planet. I am still the wild Jessblue you all know and love. I have yet to find love or another mate again. LD will always be the heart and love of my life. No one could ever fill that void. I have accepted this reality, and I am okay knowing I could never love another Bampire. However, this does not stop me from having all the wild and incredible sex a Bampire can have. Whether I mind fuck you or fuck you, I'm having a wild ride. What can I say? Who does not want a little bit of me in their life? Anyway, since Cristina has been gone, guess w

Justin increasingly does not understand why Dave sent the Blue Prince later. "But you know yourself, right? The power of the Galactic God is so great, that it must also be inherited by the Blue Prince. And I believe the Blue Prince is able to help us." "Alice, this is a nine-tailed fox, not a thousand-eyed monster, a faceless monster, or a Sin Rose. The last time I met that fox monster, its shape changed to a bigger one, all of its furs is jet black with fiery red streaks, I'm sure it's much stronger now. ."

Fucker is so overwhelmed with rage that he doesn’t even look where he is jabbing me. And then he tried to stab me in the temple, oblivious that he was about to hit me straight into my pentagram. Oh gosh, I am so glad that he is so stupid. His dagger shattered into pieces. The riled-up satan within me writhing and roaring with imminent, explosive wrath. This time round, I was not taming nor fighting Ezel, my inner demon. And then I felt him bursting out of my body in blazing lava through my skin, pentagrams on my arms and temples pulsating with magma and flames. Shackles around my body melted, and I freed myself of chains, ready to kill the motherfucker…slowly. And then, to my surprise, the A

Kieran smiled, and for a flicker—one agonizing flicker—his eyes flashed blue. Kieran. Real Kieran. His mouth opened, and the voice that came out was ragged, terrified, his. “Aria,” he rasped. “Kill me.” My blood went cold. “What?” His eyes flickered—blue to coal—blue again—like he was drowning and surfacing in the same breath. “Please,” he choked. “Before it finishes wearing me. Before—” Coal flooded back over his gaze. His body straightened. His smile returned, wrong and pleased.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.