Blue Exorcist Amaimon Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

"You know... It's scary how I forget how much you actually own and have connection to." I grinned. "Exhilirating, isn't it?" It was hours before Amos woke up, covered in bandages, doused in several different potions and narrowly escaping being infected with the werewolf virus. Blue hadn't been so lucky, and I'd had to burn it out of her using dragon fire. I was just grateful that Hito was able to keep her unconcious for it all. Amos groaned, blinking. "Blue?" He we still. "Blue--"

“Derick hurry up. We needed to leave like an hour ago. You know how I feel about being late. You know how much we have to do what is taking you so long?” I asked. My name is Levin Ford and the crazy Bata I’m talking to is my brother Derick Ford. We are both tall over 6’2” with blackish brown hair and the only difference between us is… I have blue eyes and my brother has green. I’ve been looking for my mate since I turned 18 about 3 years ago. My brother too. I thought I had found her about a year and a half ago. We was at the Blue Moon Pack. I was walking around trying to get some air when I had heard some people fighting with each other around the corner. Thats when it hit me. The smell of

I lifted the veil, letting him vanish safely. Marilla cut her hand again. “Let’s see if you are stronger than the Darkness, dear niece.” Our hands united as multicolored flames—orange, red, white, blue—swirled around us. Marilla fell as the Supreme powers left her body. Specter’s eyes widened. “Aminda, your eyes… deep purple.”

Overwhelmed by the sight of Aakriti without clothes, Ahil closed his eyes in pain. His mind wrestled between wanting to confront Aakriti or wishing for his own demise. Meanwhile, Aman continued with the intimate gestures. Ahil felt a throbbing pain in his head, matched by the intensity of his emotions. Witnessing Aman and Aakriti being intimate was unbearable. The tears welled up in his eyes. He reached into his pocket, retrieved his phone, and dialed Aakriti's number.

"It's a dream come true for me to be hosted by Alpha himself in Donovan's manor in Blackthorn Pack." I held my breath. Damn, if Amora's voice is a siren, then what is she, an angel? Her voice was so melodious, like the music of heaven. She flashed Carlo a smile that could charm the petals of a rose. And Carlo's gaze, for the first time, was now fully drawn on her, as if he had just realised her presence. And the next thing I saw was how Damien and Amora exchanged a glance and seemed to communicate with their gaze.

Ameira did such to keep ten-year-old Aimee safe, in case whatever happens. Her alters come out unexpectedly, especially when triggered. But neither does she know which one of them will control her next. Staring at the sky, young Aimee’s mind wandered, gone was the huge jolly grin printed on her face earlier. The way her thoughts were reminiscing her childhood feels like Ameira currently shares the body with her as a co-conscious.

What happened to Jessica. When she didn't say anything, Damien stepped back, his eyes glazing over her with something unfathomable and unknown. "You're not my mate… " he suddenly growled and his eyes glowed blue. "You're not Amaira… what have you done to her?!" He went after her, but suddenly something- a force raised him in the air and dropped him on the ground and he suddenly groaned. His eyes opened as he saw Austin walking up to him with a smirk on his face, coming to stand next to the impostor.

But Damon wasn’t so easily deterred. “You know, you’ve got this mysterious vibe going on. People are already talking about you.” He leaned against the locker next to hers, his eyes never leaving her face. “Let them talk,” she said with a shrug, trying to keep her cool. “Most people would be freaked out by that,” Damon observed. “You’re not like most people, are you?” Aqua met his gaze, her amber eyes locking onto his. “No, I’m not,” she said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips despite herself. She turned back to her locker, hoping he would take the hint and leave her alone.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and felt her arms around his waist. "These things are not people. Not anymore." Amira said. Her icy blue eyes darkened slightly like a storm over the ocean. "I have seen firsthand of what those things can do. They don't deserve any kind of mercy." Jayce detected the hatred behind Amira's words. Nox stirred slightly and growled softly. For a moment, everything went completely silent. No one moved. No one breathed. Jayce felt Amira's dark emotion swirl within her chest. A black cloud with red energy swirled inside of her. It pulsed for a moment. Nox growled deeply from within Jayce's mind. The energy spiraled into a vortex before it burst into black and r