Blue Exorcist Amaimon Novels & Stories

Ellie’s P.O.V. The moment I looked up, my heart paused. That man was not old. He wasn’t weak, fragile, or anything like the rumors surrounding Zackary Walton. The young man standing near the door looked handsome in a way that felt illegal. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in a black shirt with the top buttons undone. And those eyes… Amber! Not soft golden brown, but deep amber that glowed under the dim lights like something wild hiding beneath a human’s skin.

“You deserve everything good. Your perfect life. Don’t let your guilt ruin or grudge ruin that for you.” “Is it a free hug day?” Claus asked unannounced and Mia jerked from Carol's embrace. “Do I join in for mine? He added. “Do I need to tell you that you are intruding?” Carol said, releasing Mia from her embrace. Mia chuckled. “Guau!” I was gone for some minutes and she had taken my place. Now she is your favorite?” Claus remarked and they all laughed. Claus continued. “It was Blue Eyes's flash. They tracked us with that. Those men were his men.”

"Go ahead. What do you wish to tell me?" "Please, allow me to introduce you to my daughter, Alana Padme Amoux, the first daughter of the Amoux family." He motioned to his side, and Luther watched as the said daughter came out. She was a lovely thing, in an elite manner that it. She had blonde golden hair, and her skin was fair. Her bead was bowed towards him, as expected when greeting a royal. She donned a red dress that did well to bring out her feminine curves and very well exposed her cleavage. She wore a veil over her face, though it exposed her eyes. And when she greeted him, her voice chimed like diamonds.

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I placed the artifact in the center of the table and Timmy was quick to take a seat across from me. "This a time, can we stay here? Sir. Morax is a' scary when he's mad." He pouted and I laughed. "He isn't scary at all... I just annoy him." I flippantly replied, taking out the broken pieces of the relic one by one. That eerie blue light was thrumming in my fingertips again, I could feel it. Right beneath the surface of my flesh.

Beside her, holding flowers she hadn't even known existed was the Luna of Howling Warriors and the Vampyre Queen with dresses the color of a tropical ocean. When the first beats to 'Hungry Eyes' started playing, Aimee knew it was time-that was their song. The door opened to reveal a large backyard with white seats filled with neatly dressed bikers, pack members, and Academy students all staring at her. But she didn't see any of them. Down the end of a cherry blossomed path looking back at her with passion and love, was Braxton Hayes, the only man she would ever need. 'Let's get our mate,' Vixen urged, and Aimee took her first step to forever.

Evan, the man who is supposed to be my dad says, “We still need him, Alita! He’s the only one who can make your memories return.” I don’t even care right now; I scream as I fight harder and Mateo and Peelle help bring me out of the room. Tears stream down my face especially when I see Aamon smirk at me as if he’s taunting me for not killing him fast enough. Mateo says, “Hey, hey, calm down. I promise, we’ll fix this and if you want to kill Aamon then by all means do it! But we need to try and fix this.” Tears pour down my face and I nod and ask, “Will you sleep with me tonight?”

"It is, I know you feel it too Haven, you just need to stop fighting it. Aamon is exactly what we need, we don't need soft or gentle. You and I both know that." Aamon is six foot two and has a very hot body, he works out and there's no guy as sexy as him at school. He has baby blue eyes and silky curly brown hair that tempts me to run my fingers through it. His lips are pink and just the perfect size of plump needed in a man. He's got two small beauty spots under his right eye and a moon tattoo on his upper shoulder. The guy is a walking sex god. "Don't tell me you didn't want to f*ck him back there because i know you did as much as i, just admit it."

Mune shouted. Amaya was shocked after realizing her mistake. "THEN WHY ARE YOU CHASING HIM, NATHAN?! You're the one who made me think I got the right soul!" Amaya shouted. "Of course, he is going after him, and he's the accomplice to accomplish this crime perfectly." Amaya rolled her eyes. Her eye color changed into blue, and she used her power to make the soul unconscious. "Then, I'm not fully dumb." "You're still dumb, shit head. Look at your guy," Mune said.

Amore instantly yanks her head toward the bed. Pleading blue eyes stared back at her “Please…Please don't leave me. Take me with you. PLEASE!” Amore sighed, taking a deep breath while she closed her eyes. ‘Yip, I just knew this was way too easy!’ she grumbled underneath her breath.