Azazel Blue Exorcist Novels & Stories

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

I threw the t-shirt and boxers on, just as I decided to go check myself in the mirror, the door barged open. A blonde-haired lady with cute blue eyes, a tanned skin walked into the room. To be sincere, she is really pretty. And she has a modelling stature. I stopped admiring her features when she frowned at me. “Ex-excuse me, do you-” “Who the fuck are you? Where is Zale?” she cut me off instantly. Her aura dominated that of a very strong warrior blood line. “I don’t know where he went off-” “Is that his clothes you are putting on?” she asked with a high-pitched voice. I nodded. I still didn’t know who this lady was.

Relief washed through me as I shook my head. "No. What we believe about demons are wrong. They are called Daemons and they do not have the power to take souls," I explained. "They need a spell from a Sorceress to do that. But a Sorceress needs the amplifying power of a Daemon to take souls on such a mass scale. So, they used this symbiotic relationship to bring on this huge curse. Disguised as a sickness, it caused people to turn into a zombie like creature. Once that was done, they twisted the hunger into a soul feeding machine. Now they won't stop until all the souls are gone." I turned to Cynthia feeling the pain that she must be feeling knowing what had happened to her children.

“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.”

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."

He gave one murderous look to Adrian before snapping his eyes at me. He kept taking small steps back without lifting his gaze off me. I had never seen him look so empty. "For now," he spoke while looking straight into my soul as his hand moved to Aurora's favourite stuffed toy on the side table, "I am taking this," "But next time... it will be her" His eyes flicked to the door that was hiding Aurora from his eyes. The determination in his voice sent chills down my spine My body trembled at the mere thought. It was as if he were talking about separating my soul from my body.

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.