Blue Exorcist Amaimon Novels & Stories

That she could burn her. She didn’t just survive fire now—she commanded it. The Blue Flame. Fire from the Nether Realm. Fire that obeyed not the laws of nature, but the will of its wielder. Once, long ago, the first Blue Wolf—Aamon—had wielded it. A prince fated to marry for politics, not love. But he fell for a maid named Mona, and chose love over duty. They fled, living humbly in a quiet village where kindness meant more than crowns.

"Really weird ..." "Father Amon!", Godric heard it again, turned his head and saw a young man next to him. The blue-haired man estimated him to be fifteen to sixteen at most. It was a blond young man who came up to Godric's shoulder. The hair was slightly curled and instead of like Amon, who wore black clothes, this boy wore white clothes. Godric could see a chain with an amulet around the boy's neck. It was the symbol for a priest's assistant. This young man appeared to be Amon's right-hand man. He put his hands on his side and looked reproachfully at his master. “Father! Have you eaten meat again ?! ”Godric looked slightly confused at the scene, turned his gaze to Amon, who looked easily c

Arabelle yelled walking towards the car as Archer nodded at Dean and Sky . Dean watched them drive away and they all parted their ways . "Do you find something sketchy about Lucy ?" Caroline asked Sky . " i don't know . I never look at any girls but you babe " he said and she punched his shoulder making him laugh . "I did see how Lucy looks at her . But i can't say " Sky replied wrapping his hand around Caroline's shoulder . "Arabelle is too sweet to see it though " she spoke . "Don't worry pretty pie " Sky spoke and kissed her cheek to which Caroline replied with a small slap to his cheek .

Still holding her father’s head in her arms, she glanced up at the opened window and saw the gleaming silver moon hanging in the sky. Her heart pounded so loud, it's as if it started pumping blood through her veins. Amara looked at the full moon intently. She knew it was triggering something within her body as the heat she tried to ignore became more evident and uncontrollable. Out of the blue, a strong wind shoves another head that rolled on the floor towards her. When she glanced at it, her pupils dilated... It was from her beloved warrior.

Liquidation is absolute. ​"The Apex Bloom is entering its third phase," Franco announced, his voice dropping into a lethal register. "The physical trials are over. The psychological games are over. Phase Three is total, unmitigated betrayal." ​The heavy steel doors that led back to the living quarters slammed shut with a deafening boom. Red emergency lights bathed the room in a bloody, pulsing glow.

It’s a welcome reprieve from the oppressive heat and smoke down below. Lyric looks up at Amias. He is a beautiful creature, with his long white hair, nearly translucent blue eyes, carved from marble and myth, his aura burned white-hot in the darkness. She gasps in wonder. “I’ve never seen a vampire before,” she whispers. “They’ve left our world,” I tell her. “Why? They are so beautiful.” She reaches out to touch my memory, and my brain flexes like a muscle. Pain shoots through my head like a lightning bolt. “Don’t,” I say and grab her hand. “He is not real.”

"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.

My vision swam, the kitchen spinning around me. The girls shouted my name, their voices panicked, but my body convulsed uncontrollably. I fell back, my limbs jerking. Darkness closed in, heavy and suffocating. Then… silence. When I opened my eyes again, everything was white. A blinding, endless light surrounded me, soft but terrifying. My breath came in short bursts as figures took shape inside it. Amaria. Myself. Damon. Amaria stepped forward, her expression unreadable. In her hands, she held a knife with a hilt embedded with a purple rhinestone. She extended it toward me.

She had an evil expression on her face , Cynthia got extremely bad vibes looking at her . " I feel really ashamed standing here knowing that my sister , my own sister Amairas , our queen betrayed our kingdom , she broke the turst we had on her marrying a demon ." said the girl in blue gown pointing at the one in the white gown . " Belle ...no ...I had no desire to betray my kingdom ...I am loyal ...and i always will be ...I know he is a Demon but he isn't evil ...he posses no threat to us ...our kingdom ." said Amairas crying .

Feel my wrath you human scum Paimon is vexed by Elijah’s antics and immediately sets off to punishing him, putting his palm down he summons a hellish beast with three heads and nine tails, it looked like a dog but much more ferocious and deadly with black fur and red irises the beast towered over Elijah at a whooping ten meters, it’s roar sent massive shock waves from where they stood to the church, disrupting the battle taking place in front of the church building PAIMON : Hell summons : Cerberus… Now I’ll show you the real power of an archdemon ELIJAH : This is gonna end badly if we keep on fighting here, I need to take this fight elsewhere now ( muttering to himself) PAIMON : Come at me b