Azazel Blue Exorcist Novels & Stories

Xavier held her back rubbing his hands and slipping to her waist. Anger surged within me, “You'll never get away with this." They laughed. "Oh, but we already are." I felt immense power surging within me, one which I had never felt almost like I was about to explode. Nyx growled my claws springing out. Their gaze dropped. “Xavier, what is happening?” Veronica asked in fear. “Go!” He yells out to Veronica. Their words made me angrier as I pulled harder on the ropes, the strange feeling getting more intense.

The blonde one leans closely and asks, “What do you do?” This is her first time and it’s hilarious. Azrael, annoyed and pissed at Nae, felt a run of mischievousness in her blood, “Fetch the dead.” Azrael said and glanced over the girl on her left side and quickly changed her eye color with the colors of Hell, flaming red.

And…I couldn’t deny that part of my excitement came from knowing that I got to do it with Azrael. By my side, Azrael was taking in the area with quick flickers of his sharp blue eyes. I saw him noting and cataloguing places of interest with the same keenness I felt. Occasionally, he rifled through the files I’d brought and nodded to himself, confirming some detail or other.

Hazel’s rage flared. Her eyes glowed an eerie gold as pure energy pumped through her body, and the air sizzled with electricity. “You!” Hazel bellowed, her voice causing the earth to quake as she unleashed her power on the two women. Evelyn screamed whilst her body contorted in agony as if she was being burned alive from the inside out. Her hands flew to her throat, choking on the inability to breathe. Freya tried to run but Hazel’s magic wrapped around Freya’s body, twisting her limbs together.

– Levi stared at him with his piercing blue eyes – “shouldn’t you ask that before starting to cuss at people? If city lord Teagan manages his city the same way he manages his youngest son, I’ll have to reconsider whether to give my signature on that proposed renewal of the trade agreement between Astarea and Carteagan.” The curses Peyton was about to spew out got stuck in his throat. Peyton might not be the brightest cookie in the box, but he wasn’t entirely without brains either. Tall, dangerous-looking man with piercing blue eyes, fully dressed in black? Just those clues alone were enough to make most people think of Astar Levi. And once a signature on an agreement between Astarea and Cart

“Man, rein your fucking magic in, I don't want to hurt you.” But I couldn't. I was having a hard time chaining the beast, it had been so long since he'd taken control like this. So long since this blood thirsty side of me came this close to the surface.. “AZRAEL!!!” And then all I heard were tires screeching, Caspian's cursings… And then the beast—or me—roared, violently. What was wrong? Why was this happening right now? “AZRAEL!!! CONTROL YOURSELF!!!”

That’s why I fucking love it. “Fuck you, Zakael.” I mumble a low curse. “I’ll fuck you alright. After you say you’re mine.” He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his mouth. A gasp escaped my lips. “Fucking say it, Azalia.” He said, running out of patience. “No.” I inhaled sharply as I screamed my release. I’m not his and I never will be. Zakael licked me clean, “So fucking sweet but you’re not mine.”

he got up, and Athena, sensing he was busy, slowly ran out of the room. “No, Zae, I called to inform you that everything is ready, fewer pastels as you asked,” and he smiled, listening to her words. The girl is one of a kind. “A maze is built as you asked,” Azazel nodded. His business associates will love some entertainment in this maze. “Well, I will see you in the evening,” he hung up on Kira. He was just about to head to his bathroom when he got a call from Tristan. “Hello, Tris,” Azazel and Tristan haven’t been on the best terms since last time.

His red eyes were darker than Vidar's or the girl's, piercing my soul, telling me he was a powerful pureblood. I me felt Stupid. As I no it could? All you signals in alert they were there, just waiting for me to notice them. They couldn't have been clearer if they were biting me in the ass. Vidar no it was Vidar at the final of accounts — good, it was your body, but no it was he who O controlled. It was Azazel that time all. Azazel laughed while stretched you arms It is to the legs. You no he has idea in as It is good be in return to the my own body after in stay stuck in that puppy unclean per many months.

"No one will hear you, pathetic elf! Scream all you like! Not a single soul in Green Land can reach you now." "Stay away! Get—Aaaarghh!" The chef’s scream, initially a deafening roar of terror, abruptly cut into a hollow silence. It was over. The royal chef lay there, a withered husk of his former self. His death had not been brought by poison, but by Azazel siphoning the very essence of his being. "Well done, Abere. Find me another," the shadow murmured. Azazel’s nebulous form began to coalesce, turning solid and whole; his body manifested fully, revealing a man with piercing, dark blue eyes. Then, just as quickly, he dissolved back into a shadow, slipping through the subterranean iron bars