Azazel Blue Exorcist Novels & Stories

Azazel lifted Matthew up by his arm and punched him in the gut. Matthew coughed and held his stomach. After that, he saw Azazel was just walking past him and headed towards the chamber again. Matthew slowly recovered from the gut pain and wanted to chase after Azazel. That was when he realised the pain earlier was completely gone. “What?” :He helped you. Somehow: “He did? Why?” Just when he asked that, Azazel was already coming back out of the chamber with a blue ball of crystal in his hand. Again, Azazel only walked past Matthew and Matthew also only let him go silently. Matthew turned around while his eyes followed Azazel but not his legs. He was unsure of what to do right now.

“Have you ever met, Azazel?” She nods her head, “The really hot British guy?” I give her a mock glare. “I’m the only hot guy you should remember.” She rolls her eyes. “Sure, sure… Wait!” She jumps up, shocked. “…is Azazel a supernatural too?” “Yes, Azazel is a demon.” She nods her head as if unsurprised. “It totally makes sense. I mean, no human man can be that gorgeous.” My eyes narrow. “Seriously?” She ignores my stare. “Well, are you going to call him or not?”

- He mentioned the first one. (Rare 'Sacred Gear'...) - The thoughts of Azazel were those, not special but also not normal. "Mishima Ken, human, age 18, son of normal humans, Sacred Gear 'Green Dragon Crescent Blade'. " Azazel then remembered that Sacred Gear. - (Right... A replica of the War-Lord's green blade. More common than the one before...)

Olivia's eyes lingered on the maroon silk pocket square tucked artfully into the chest pocket, a striking contrast against the darkness of his suit. As her gaze traveled upward, Olivia found herself entranced by the intensity of Azazel's maroon-colored eyes. They were a unique shade, like the finest red wine, and they seemed to hold a depth of knowledge and secrets that both intrigued and unnerved her. Those eyes, paired with his strong, chiseled jawline, gave him an aura of both danger and allure, a potent combination that stirred emotions deep within her.

“About bloody time, you two showed up. I was starting to feel foolish standing here looking at the time on my cellphone like a wanker.” Kell gives him a wolfish smile and shrugs. “Sorry, bro.” He mutters with a not so sorry voice. Azazel gives him a withering glare. “Yeah, right, mate, sure you’re sorry.” He says with a sarcastic snicker. It’s strange to think about Azazel uncomfortable anywhere. He’s just such a large presence. The man is over six feet tall, with gold, blonde hair, and amber-colored eyes. He’s muscled and attractive. I mean, he can give a young Brad Pitt a run for his money with his movie-star looks. Today he’s wearing black jeans, a white Henley, steel-toed boots, and a bl

She shouted “Not in your wildest dream,” The white angel said with his sword. He cut the other three of Lily’s wings that made Lily fall but I grabbed her with my left arm while my right arm reached Billy because she was unguarded while lying at the back of the white smoke. When I touched Billy in an instant she got burned and turned into ash. The white angel as well as his smoke were gone in an instant. While Lily and I gently fell to the ground and the note with ‘gluttony’ written on it fell on the floor. I didn’t bother to pick it up. I just stepped on it and it still burned. I looked at Uzmael and she slowly turned back to Lily and I am slowly turning back to my normal look. I saw an eye

Asha returning Blood’s smirk with one of her very own evil grins made the entity shiver. There was something truly menacing about an angelic soul choosing to mirror the face of evil intentions. She hadn’t seen it as good or evil, just a natural reaction to being in the presence of someone who brought out her desire to act on her more deviant behaviors. With Young she always seemed so ready to lean into the intrusive thoughts that amplified in his presence. From his perspective, she’d always thrown him off guard when she showed that side of herself. Looking at her through demons eyes shifted his perspective entirely and revealed a side of her he was sure even she wasn’t aware of.

I whispered feeling my world turning on its axis. I reached out and grabbed the back of the nearest chair as my legs threatened to give out. I forced them to move forward a little further just as a body came into view from around the corner. He was hunched over and the only way he could have looked more dangerous, or horrifying would have been if he had been crawling around the walls or ceiling. His normally beautiful warm hazel eyes were completely black, and they were piercing through my body. "Darren," I whispered as I hurried forward.

“The Moon Cages weren’t built by Vales. They were built by the first covenants—ashbound covenants—after an ashbound girl ended a war by burning the wrong king.” My skin went cold. “That’s a story.” Vesper smiled. “No, Aria. That’s a warning with a date.” She lifted her hand and touched the air near my wrist. She didn’t touch me, but the mark flared anyway, responding. I winced. “Hybrid,” Vesper said softly, as if tasting the word. “Wolf and ashbound. Not Luna. Not Lycan royalty. Something older.” Kieran’s voice went rough. “She’s my mate.”

He was a living mist, a swirl of translucent currents, accompanied by the faint hum of distant storms. Opposite him stood Aeoron, the god of wind. Towering and radiant, Aeoron’s presence was sharp and commanding, his form glowing in brilliant blue, emanating raw power. Aeoron’s voice cut through the air. “Have you been keeping track of your Windax?” Ielus chuckled as a small gust spiraled around him. “A little essence has been taken, Aeoron. I know that’s what you want to tell me. But it’s just a little.”