Astaroth Blue Exorcist Novels & Stories

More screams rent the air. "Who made you do it?" Scarlet asked again. I could hear the barest thread of pity for the woman she tortured. Knew my mate struggled not to allow her own mind to descend into the blackest of her own memories. "Asta," Aryn screamed. "That bitch forced me to do it." "What is your power?" Scarlet asked. Graysten answered. His face was pallid, his lips tight. "She's a water elemental. From the look of Ransom's lips, she probably sent ice through him."

Orpheus gasped out in shock as he locked gaze with Blaze who had this blunt expression on his face. "Yes sir!!" He mumbled. "Who are you??" His voice died down as his eyes grew more red in anger and confusion. "How long have you known who I am and who sent you to me??" He queried as he held the lamp holder more firm this time around. **** Blaze Ciaran Astaroth, the last descendant of the Astaroth's lineage. He was a transcendent vampire and an orphan. He was 35 years and was schooled under Lawst Bathory, the uncle of Orpheus. His family had died while defending the coven from external forces.

"How are things going out there?" “Threat of a breach,” he corrected. He’d opened the door a little wider, leaning on the frame. “We found nothing, but just to be certain, we’ll stay out there.” “Do you need…” “I’ve got company, Annie,” he interrupted quickly, throwing his head over his shoulders for a fraction of a second. But I caught it. How could I miss it when every part of me was attuned to him? “I’ve got to go.” And then, the rose appeared from behind. He stretched out a hand to me, angling his head. His hair grazed the under of his ears softly, even if there was nothing soft about the Enforcer of the Blue Moon Pack.

I will make the Greek gods jealous that such beauty who talked about their appearance is snatched from them, quivering under the intensity of a mortal It was almost time for the event and I, for the first time since 3 AM, laid eyes on my Chocolate. She had this beautiful blue satin silk gown on. It had a very provocative layout. It was a sleeveless dress. It showed off her cleavage, the waist was defined, and her hips looked precise. She did represent "Everything Blue." Electrifying, radiant, and provocative. She showed me how much of a weakling she can make me. My eyes went dark. Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy.

I always have, even though Aetherion Academy was not supposed to be my future. "Beautiful, aren't they, little star?" I startle for a moment before I turn around. Professor Starling stands behind me, Aries lazily coiled around her shoulders. The moon serpent blinks his golden eyes at me and gives a soft hiss. "Morning, Aries." I say with a soft smile. The serpent lifts his head proudly and Professor Starling smiles. "I see someone remembers his manners this morning." Aries hisses again. "I think frost lynxes are my favorite," I confess.

Ariel had lunged forward, and in a blur of movement, she and my father collided. The impact echoed across the valley like thunder, a brutal dance of dominance and revenge now unfolding before every pair of watching eyes. Their clash was unlike anything I had ever seen. Every strike she delivered was fueled by years of agony and exile, and every counter he threw was an assertion of unshakable power. But then—something shifted. Ariel’s form began to glow with an eerie, otherworldly light. Her limbs twisted, her body bending in ways no normal shifter ever could.

No one saw her because it was late in the night, and every one was inside because the weather was graciously very cold for one to withstand the coldness of the heavy breeze that was blowing outside. Somira kept drinking and before she knew it, she was almost done with the whole bottle of an alcoholic wine with seventy five percent of alcohol. And as she was guzzling the bottle of wine, she was being distracted by the past occurrences of hers. She began to remember some of her experiences with her ex, Milston. Everything seemed to her like they were so real, and happening live before her very before.

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

said the blue haired girl, “you might miss some interesting news from Mrs. Hilda!” Quan looked at her. “You mean, Annual Tour plans,” she declared. “Sounds normal.” The girl named Abara sighed. She turned to the companion next to her, as if she was going to ask for help. “What do you want Exan to explain to me?” Quan asked casually, mentioning the name of the different-eyes girl beside Abara. “What Bara means is not a general topic, but a specific one,” said Exan bored. “Tour location, you mean,” Quan said calmly.

He turned to face the knights, a harmless smile on his face "Did you hear what your generous ruler said? He'd throw you a party. Unfortunately, your beloved emperor was unable to do the same. He even ignored all of you here! Khalil would have forgotten the South existed if it hadn't been for Lincoln's escape. It was fortunate that your ruler was considerate." Everyone's lips twitched in response to what the Duke of Ivrea said. Santi's expression was innocent, and his words were gentle. But they were all too aware of what lay behind those gentle words he spoke. Santi was an Azenlan noble. He shouldn't be involved in Toen's affairs, but no one dared to ask him. Furthermore, his identity was to