Azazel Blue Exorcist Novels & Stories

"The healers estimate we have seventy-two hours before it reaches his heart. Once it does, nothing in this world or the next will be able to save him." Gabriel watched the marks pulse and writhe, recognizing some of the symbols from his exorcist training. Blood magic, definitely. Old blood magic, the kind that predated the written word, that reached back to when humans first learned to bargain with darkness for power. Someone with significant knowledge and even more significant hatred had crafted this curse specifically to kill Patriarch Michael Thorne.

led dark brown hair, which was thick and lustrous. His eyes were a mesmerising deep ocean blue, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. His face was strong and defined, his features moulded from granite. He had dark eyebrows, which sloped downwards in a serious expression.Muscles rippled across every part of his body. He was obviously a seasoned warrior. She’d never seen a man with those features, but she knew, without a doubt, that he was Azazel.His tight jaw was an angular shape that was filled with little stubbles. His pale skin looked so...right. The man had on a white cotton shirt with a silky blue vest and a pair of black pants, which tied everything together."Hello, my l

he says. "Red like dragon fire or―" "No, it's like red-red." I stare at him. "Cause that makes sense," I snort. He laughs a little. "Okay yeah that doesn't help um, oh! Azazel's scales are the same color as her eyes," he says, and he blinks, and his irises are suddenly flaring red. My eyes widen and I feel something twist deep in my stomach. "Oh fuck," I murmur under my breath, but it comes out in almost a whimper.

“You’re a very brave little hybrid, aren’t you? However, let’s say that I give you permission to do this. How would you be able to do the spell? You’d need several ingredients that are nearly impossible to find.” Azazel smirks in reply. “That’s not a problem, mate. I have all the ingredients we need. I just need a vial of her blood.” Azazel gestures to the dark puddle on the floor. “Get the blood and follow me to the loft.” Using a plastic bag, I collect the sample and fly back to Azazel’s loft. Azazel’s sitting in the middle of the living room floor surrounded by candles. His shirt is off, and he’s rubbing something over his mark. “Do you have the blo

She glances over at me and nods before making her way to the back room. Packing up my laptop and patiently waiting for the waitress, I survey the room and stop on a little girl in the corner by her mom. Ironically, she has blood red hair the color of the soul eater's and on closer inspection I notice that she has black soulless eyes too. Are there more than one or is she merely changing form? I find myself wondering this and then the waitress strolls out of the back with a bag containing the items I asked for.

A sharp inhale breaking the silence as her body tenses beneath whatever this is, whatever is moving through her, whatever she clearly did not intend to release. And the glow— Spikes. For a single, suspended moment, the room is illuminated in a soft, unnatural light, something ancient and unfamiliar brushing against everything it touches before it pulls back again— But not before I feel it. Not before I understand— This isn’t just power. This is something else. Something deeper. Something far more dangerous. “Nyxara.” I don’t hesitate this time. My hand reaches for her, instinct overriding caution, the need to ground her outweighing whatever risk touching her might bring in this state.

He just sat there, gaze fixed forward like a sentinel of war. "That’s Theron," Nyx murmured in my mind, her voice a low purr. "Azazel’s beta." I blinked, staring at him through Nyx’s eyes. "No wonder," I breathed, the realization settling deep in my chest. They were cut from the same savage cloth. Azazel sat on a horse beside him, watching Blackmaw burn, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He turned towards me and stretched out his hand like I had passed a test or showed I wasn't a coward.

The faint blue glow from my eyes brightened the room a little bit, but just enough for me to see the fear on her face, as she almost tripped on a chair behind her while getting away from me. I stood still, completely still just staring at her. Funny I could see very clearly despite my eyes being freaky. "Oh my God!!" My scared friend screamed again, and covered her mouth with shaky hands. "Ella.. you..your eyes are blue!" "How on Earth are your eyes blue Rosella? Your fvcking eyes are glowing... HOW??" Ray screamed again I really needed to get her to lower her voice a little. "I.....I don't know Ray ok? I woke up like this. I don't know how, don't know what's happening to me Ray"

Please gather as much information as possible while I'm at war. "Yes, Your Highness. I wish you to have a nice journey." "Nice journey, huh?" Azazel turned his gaze as he gaze at the bright sky above us, and his cheeks reddened. (Oh no... Here we go again...) "... The sky... Reminds me of Verena's aquamarine eyes--" "I understand it already! Your Highness said that almost every time!"

For 30 minutes, Kiera has to beat Elliot or at least keep him unfocused so that the spell won't be cast on them. Solana stood up and walked slowly in front of Foire and Blair. They did not really expect that she would be under the spell considering Nerissa's with them, but they are still shocked. She is indeed Azazel's daughter. She may not possess the amount of mana that Blair has, her skills are on another level.