Azazel Blue Exorcist Novels & Stories

He threatened madly and followed Mikhail. "Marega toh ye mere haathon se hi..." (He is going to die from my hands only) She cursed and walked inside angrily while Aurora was standing stunned there. She can't even dream about talking to Rafael like that, he will fetch out the soul from her body. Damon sighed and rubbed his face when he sat in the car. "This girl is going to test my sanity..." Mikhail chuckled. "Keep her aside, we need to find your attacker first."

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.

Zacharias joked. "Zach, look up!" Azazel said as he grabbed Zacharias' jaw and made him look at his side. "It's a church! Oh fuck- I mean shit- wait no- I'm sorry!" Zacharias panicked. "Damn," Azazel sighed. "Are you Callista? No, Allura? I don't know? The church girl something. Heard you from somewhere." He added. "Call me Allura, and yes." I said. "I'm sorry for my friend. He really can't control his mouth, both talking and eating." Azazel said.

"You went all quiet and you're never quiet, not that I'm complaining." "Asshole," I replied with an eye roll, taking a long drink from the glass. The cool fluid felt like it was diffusing all the tension in my body as I drank slowly. I dropped the cup, eyeing the remnants and felt his eyes still on me. Azazel knew I couldn't do this. I couldn't actually take an innocent boy's soul now, could I? The ink burned searingly, like Azazel was trying to warn me to get my head back to normal.

or if they had been paid off to claim someone, the implications of that settled inside me with a frightening certainty, I flew down from the rooftop tracking the reapers scent of sulfur and brimstone, and finally caught up to it, I silently tailed the shadowy cloaked creature using my powers to hide my presence, the reaper headed into the seedier part of town, It entered a bar, A place that reeked of alcohol, human filth, and the kind of people, who dwelled on the dregs of human society, just the kind of place a hell reaper would call home sweet home. I slipped inside and quietly watched as it took a seat in a dark corner, the humans all unaware of its presence, someone else came through the

Chapter Two. AZAEL BLACKWELL. The redhead with the big blue eyes was moving her hips in circles above me, I could feel my manhood coming in and out of her over and over again, I was focusing, imagining her to be that sweet redhead I've been studying for months, one that, has become the main protagonist of every one of my fantasies, I can't get her out of my head, not until I have her in my hands and make her mine, just mine.

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.

" Chaz whispered to me from behind then returned to the front and continued. "We're not doing this for no reason. Francis Blake saw two men in black robes walking in the witch village with one of them pulling out swirling violets from his forefinger. Only the strongest can do that. This must not be allowed! If we let our guard down, they will cause chaos in no time." Chaz walked back and forth and tried to look calm even though he looked a little panicked. Then my father began to speak after standing behind Chaz.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

"Miss Hale, are you alright?" Angel barely heard the lecturer calling to her from the front of the room. When Angel had last looked, Professor Bladon had been scribbling some nonsense about the value of fated mates upon the digital whiteboard. Now she was glaring at her, her usually pale blue irises now an electric blue, suggesting that the witch was growing pissed. It was clear just from looking at her that it wasn't the first time she had addressed her. "Angel?" "I…umm…" Angel stammered and thinking up the first excuse that came to mind, she gasped,