Blue Exorcist Amaimon Novels & Stories

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

Alpha Dominic roared. Amaira’s eyes widened with shock, and she looked at Beta Alexander. She stared at the ground for a while, and with fake tears of a crocodile, she cried, covering her mouth. “It was a misunderstanding. I didn’t do any black magic.” She muttered. Carolina angrily fisted her palm and released a loud, angry breath. She held Amaira’s chin up and slapped her right across the right cheek. Amaira crawled back, but her evil eyes resumed their place, replacing the innocent dove-like ones she had been pretending to possess.

They silently approach, making a circle around us. Before I can register the movement, Imogene is hit with a blue beam, but it’s different somehow. It’s a darker blue than I’ve ever seen and seems to rip a hole through her. More blue beams follow, identical to the first one. I see Owlyn step out of the shadows, and she nods at me. Her hands focus on me, and my arms raise without my doing so. I focus my hands toward Imogene and let loose, the same dark blue beam coming from me.

Darren explained. “Oh yes. That. I was so caught up in the whole mate introductions.” André quickly explained. “Amelia is a Gamma heir from Madonie who can see when magic is being used to catch you up. Darren had her identify the afflicted at the holding cells to use a potion Bisnonna made to counter it.”

His skin only reddened even more. A lump formed in her throat. She looked at Thisbe, who was wincing at every touch of the cloaked cloth. Calix stayed motionless. Amicus stretched his hands, and suddenly his fingertips glowed pale blue. He touched Calix's wound, and the blood flowing from it eased. "Will they be alright?" she asked. "Of course." He poured a dark liquid into a small brass cup. "Now drink this. It will calm you down."

He asked, turning to look at Damon, and he was filled with surprise as he stared strangely at him while Damon smiled at him. "Damn man, indeed, a hybrid is more powerful."He said ,he was tapping on him. They were both distracted by the female cough they heard, and immediately, Doctor Dax was taken aback. "What the fuck!"he exclaimed, and then Damon, with surprise on his face, turned the touch light he was holding on and low and behold, They both went into shock when they saw blood oozing from Amelia's mouth, and she was laying lifelessly at the floor.

"My father was a healer. He used blue roots to draw out silver." "Blue root works on standard silver, Amora," Susan said, wiping sweat from her brow as she grabbed a fresh syringe of clear fluid. "This is city tech. It’s chemically engineered to kill a dominant werewolf. His heart is failing. If I can't neutralize the chemical binding agent in the next ten minutes, his organs will shut down." Oscar’s eyelids fluttered open. The hazel was entirely gone, replaced by a dull, milky white. He looked toward Amora, his lips moving soundlessly. He was trying to tell her to run. Even at the edge of death, his instinct was to shield her.

Amira's voice continued to drift away as she looked for signs, but just as she was ready to give up, her vision goes dark. "You're not so easy to track, Exorcist."

His jaw works the way it does when the numbers won’t behave. Then the mark on my spine pulses once against Kai’s arm. Twice. A color bleeds up through my skin that I have never made. Not white. Not silver. Deep midnight blue. Kai goes rigid under me. His shadow flinches back from my body. “That’s not her light.” “Then whose is it?” Aiden’s frost climbs his own wrist without permission. Something answers from under the stone. Under the whole foundation of Aidion. Low. Patient. Amused. My skin tightens hard enough that my breath catches.

“They’re not just after power. They want me. And if we hide, they’ll only keep circling until they find a weakness.” Maria leaned forward. “What exactly did you see during the ritual, Riya?” I hesitated. The vision returned like a tidal wave: Ama standing with black flames around her, eyes silvered over like a puppet. Behind her—figures cloaked in midnight blue with blood-red sigils carved into their skin. Not witches. Not werewolves. Something between. “I saw Ama... connected to them. Controlled. There were others—taller, stronger. Twisted. Like... they were bred for war.”