Blue Exorcist Angel Novels & Stories

he thought while approaching to help her but Tristan entered. Stupid Tristan and Stupid Amara but how interesting. The girl whom he's searching for is with him and he called her his. How fun it would be to mess with him now. Damian thought as a smirk made it's way to his lips. "Ah, that bitch fell unconscious or I would have just- Mr. Sanchez just took away her sir." "Oh really? Why was she unconscious?" Damian asked as if he knew nothing about the scene earlier. "Tha-" Even before the second guy could complete his sentence the earlier one interrupted him speaking.

He is then hit a couple of times with a powerful water pulse. Just when he is about to be hit by another, he is suddenly shielded from it. He opens his eyes to find Angel floating in from of him. “Angel, what are you doing here?” Angel turns to look at him slightly. “Angel your eyes….” he pauses a moment to take in his presence. His eyes are black and red almost bloodthirsty. ’It’s not normal,’ he thought.

She began gathering clothes as the Angel towered over Xavier, sniffing him. “Stop!” She screamed causing Xavier to look confused. “I’m not doing anything.” He protested. “Just get out so I can get dressed.” Xavier held his hands up while walking out of the room. She sighed looking deadly at the Angel. “Who are you?” She asked in a much lower tone. “I’m Gabriel, God’s warrior, one of the many carriers of souls.” “Well Gabriel, whatever,” His eyebrows rose at her clear disrespect. “I have a job to do so just go away and let me focus.”

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

Angel smiled brightly and said, “Daddy, I won’t blame you. Go on. I’ll help you think of a way to resolve this situation as well.” Sir Ares and Angeline then left. Angel watched as her daddy left. A hint of worry flashed across her gaze as she noticed how wistful her daddy’s sturdy figure seemed to be. She then turned around and walked into her room. The heavy stone door opened, and pure, white light shot out from within the room. Angel’s eyes turned blue and glowed white when she saw the man seated on the stone bench inside the room. The man was extremely tall and handsome. His facial features were so delicate that they looked like they were carved out of stone. His facial features made him

“This is Angelica. You are a witch, aren’t you? I can see it in your aura.” I raised a brow. “Only a witch can see auras.” Angelica clutched the other girl’s arm; she clearly wasn’t the muscle of the outfit. “It’s okay,” Evangelina said to her friend but she continued to stare daggers at me. “Her colors are blues and purples. Some are dark, but there isn’t any black or brown.” Angelica visibly relaxed. Shyly she spoke to Evangelina, “I thought we weren’t supposed to tell anyone about your magic.”

I immediately embraced Lucifer, covering him with my body. “HAAAAAAAAA!” I closed my eyes as I hugged Lucifer tight. God, please help us… please… “MISS ANGELA! YOUNG MASTER LUCIFER!” When I opened my eyes again, although my sight was blurred, I saw Butler Sam, running towards us as numerous men wearing black suits took a hold of the man who was about to hit us with the metal chair again. “Miss Angela, can you still hear me? We’ll bring you to the hospital now…”

I tore off his tie and pressed it against his wound, trying to stop the bleeding. “Hold on. I’ll call an ambulance.” “No… I can feel it… I’m not going to make it…” He lifted his ruined left hand and, with blood-soaked fingers, touched my face. “Rachel… can you forgive me?” I sighed and said, “I forgive you, Victor Medici.” A brilliant light exploded in his eyes, like he was burning through the last of his life. “I love you… Rachel… I really do… One last time… I want to hear you say it again… say you love me…”

I need to get a plan. Bastien carried her up two flights of stairs to a steel door. He kicked at the door and it beeped with an odd mechanical sound. Angel found this to be strange. Was there someone else here? “Participant au bleu,” he called out. The door beeped twice and swung open. Angel blinked her eyes and stared across his chest into the interior. “Lumières!” he called out and the lights came on. He carried her down metal stairs and Angel stared at an apartment that stunned her.