Blue Exorcist Angel Novels & Stories

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

Finding a perfect day, I will personally talk with Lucifer to find out why he is wary of me. Holding the robe, Alberto steps towards Rubex. I could see both of them staring at each other intensely. Because now I have my senses enhanced, I can figure out the bloodthirst of creatures and Alberto was bloodthirsty to kill Rubex. Somehow Rubex was giving the same murderous aura. ' Just keep it in control Rubex, I do not plan to stay longer in house Grande,' I thought and held Rubex's hand tightly. " Don't worry Eva. I have no plans of starting a war now," Rubex whispers as he grabs the satin robe from Alberto's hands.

Follow up with Van. Van is not like other angels. He is the highest of all but in the eyes of the angels he has no wings. Actually there is. But the eyes of angels do not see that. Only he and those above him can see that. He didn't deny it on purpose. The eyes can't really see it

I didn’t want anyone to think I was somehow weak. The old fox laughed again. “Like Demon, there are many different Angel. You have Angel of Mercy. Angel of Death. Angel of Righteousness. Angel of Vengeance. The very devil himself is Angel.” Huh, I never thought of it that way. “Here. Demon.” The old fox motioned for his daughter who brought a long box over. “My gift to you and your mate.”

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'

Will they be able to hear me? It was too late though, because someone already heard me. "I never thought vampires knew how to pray." It was an angel I couldn’t recognize. I just saw him now. So I stared at the ceiling to know who he - "It's Gabriel," he introduced. He had that glow like other angels - though I’ve only seen two, Cassy and Uriel- but it wasn’t ocean blue, so was his eyes. It was purple, like a lavender I’ve seen in the field centuries ago.

The only reminder of what he was in the past. He laughed bitterly, he barely recalls how his own wings used to look like. All he can remember is how he was punished, how his whole body is seared through the holy blue flame. He only remembers the excruciating pain and how unjust it was when he was banished from the heavens. “So you’re an exiled,” Xavier spoke and observed the demon’s broken wings. He has never seen an exiled’s wings before. The divine white color of its remaining feathers is now a mixture of blue and black. The angel heard that remnants of the exiled wings are purposely spared, as an eternal reminder of their condemned sins.

Her grandparents thought that the priest meant that she was demon-possessed but after many exorcisms and they couldn’t get the demon out they gave up and finally disowned her. Brenda was the daughter of a fallen angel and a human man, she also had a dark aura, but after many exorcisms, her aura started to change and become pure and angelic. She was unable to attain her angel wings but was able to see the good in people and who was bad. She would protect the good and would help the bad to change and become good, her mother couldn’t stand that her daughter was going against her until she also started to change for good as well. Brenda’s father passed away, so when her mother was summoned back