Astaroth Blue Exorcist Novels & Stories

Pure, unfiltered rage. “What did you do?” he snarls, stepping closer to me. Scarlett lets out a soft, hiccuping sigh against my chest, her tiny fingers curling into my tunic. Astaroth’s gaze snaps to her, realization dawning behind his panic. The blood didn’t just make him solid. It made him human, stripping away all of his demonic power. “No,” he whispers. His fingers twitch. “No, that’s not possible.” Arlo shifts beside me, his body rippling into his wolf form in an instant. Fangs bared, he steps between Astaroth and me, a low, menacing growl curling through the air.

Not knowing why, he looks gentle, kind-hearted and masculine… Evania started to be sure that Sugar Aquarius Minarto wasn’t as frightening a monster as those two snake demon bodyguards. Sugar Aquarius Minarto emitted more and more of his blue light. Of course his blue light was much stronger than those two snake demons’ black light. The black light vanished into the blue light. Aquarius swung and swung his hand in the air. The blue light curled and curled around those two snake demons’ bodies. Their bodies were lifted up from the ground. Squealing and squeaking loudly, both of them were seen rolling and rolling inside the whirlpool created by Sugar Aquarius Minarto.

Arista had never heard her primary mention this place. Without Levi’s body, the chilling cold all around became even more bone-piercing. Fortunately, she was only a soul now. If it were her previous body, let alone moving, she couldn’t even stand up. Each blue ice crystal on the wall emitted a dazzling light, connecting with each other, making the entire ice cave glow. Even the deepest part was dimly lit with blue light. Arista called softly, “Big devil?”

"The healers estimate we have seventy-two hours before it reaches his heart. Once it does, nothing in this world or the next will be able to save him." Gabriel watched the marks pulse and writhe, recognizing some of the symbols from his exorcist training. Blood magic, definitely. Old blood magic, the kind that predated the written word, that reached back to when humans first learned to bargain with darkness for power. Someone with significant knowledge and even more significant hatred had crafted this curse specifically to kill Patriarch Michael Thorne.

I state clearly stating that his precedes here weren’t appreciated but he doesn’t seem to get the news. He remained mute leaning back, not seeming like he was about to go anytime soon. “What do you want?” I asked irritatingly. He smiles his green eyes glittering, “You’re beautiful”” he says instead cutting me off guard. “You’re Lyra Skye? The wolf he got married to” he states yet again alarmed at how much he knew. Who was this guy? “I’m Xavier Blackwood” he responds. I read through his mind but could only get the fact that he wanted to know me out from him. He seems to know how to shield his thoughts.

How furious she was when she heard the information from the system! Why couldn't it just tell her directly that Misty would have long died if it weren't for Eithan' inexplicable connection with her? And that whatever link serving as a shield against the foreign entities - the soul and its AI, was the only reason Misty hadn't become somebody else? Agatha looked at her pale-faced sleeping friend and wondered what that annoying thing that refused to go to the afterlife had done. "... I browsed the skill shop. There's something called Exorcism Skill there. It could probably help. But the problem is that only those at Level 6 could purchase it," Ver frustratedly said, the dark bags under his eyes

"You intrigue me." Worry shone in Xari's eyes before she turned her gaze on me. I was guess- ing it wasn't a good thing to intrigue a demon. Not that I'd met many of them before, but this one was sex incarnate and leaked lethal vibes from his pores. The other one studied us, his smile lopsided as he slid his gaze over my face, then moved it back to his brother. "Curiously, she shows no sign of her pain, but her agony hangs in the surrounding air. Her aura is blue, yet shrouded in darkness."

Peace at last. I hear a hiss from the flames as an image appears in the smoke. Fuck, not now. I internally groan as a face I haven’t seen before appears, followed by those dazzling green eyes I couldn’t forget if I tried. “Astaroth, danger is coming for you. Act now before it is too late!” the flames hiss once more, the fire crackling as images appear before my eyes.

What is that Brother? Nethersbane. The most magical artifact in the whole continent. It is also known as "The Holy Sword". It could kill anyone with just one slash. Ydar, being afraid that someone with ill intentions might possess this powerful thing, cast a spell on it. No one could wield it except if the sword itself will recognize them as its rightful master. " Swo, bwader wants to wab a vewey powerpyul swoyd? Yeyyy! Bwader Henry will kill mwonsters and bad guys! Bwader Henry is swo cool!"

I don’t know how I commanded the hellfire. I don’t know who the blue-eyed man is or what he wants from me. “Which you were also made aware of.” Tabatha strides forward and moves to the first step leading to the altar. “There was an influx of energy, which happens from time to time as we all know. With us coming off a Solstice, the energy was raw and powerful, and we know how that beacons other worldly creatures. The Ley line has been taken care of and the details don’t matter. What matters is my son. We need to perform an exorcism. Now.”