Azazel Blue Exorcist Novels & Stories

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.

he had told his partner before they started their necessary procedures of transporting him. By the time they had left, sirens blaring loud, I was still on the floor shaking and sobbing, simultaneously. The worst part of it all was that I could feel that strange, foreign feeling fluttering in my chest that indicated one thing, Azazel had returned my soul. Maybe it came with having a soul but what I had just done felt a thousand time worse and the heaviness in my chest was guilt, eating me up. Blake was going to die, they said it was a heart attack but I knew Azazel enough to know that was just the cover for killing the poor guy. Azazel had just told me to get Blake's soul, he didn't mention t

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.

"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,

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

I don't think I have ever seen anything quite as beautiful. The professor clears her throat as she scans the room. Her gaze falling on mine just along enough to make my skin crawl. Something flashing in her eyes that I don't quite recognize as she continues to scan the room. Weird. "I am Professor Cecillia Starling. This is my bonded, Aries," she says as she gestures to the moon serpent who has now taken place alongside where she stands. She continues, "Yes, I possess gifts granted to me by Aries. No, I will not be telling you my gifts. My job is to simply teach you everything you need to know about the bonds."