Blue Exorcist Angels Novels & Stories

The smoke from the sacrifice did not dissipate. Instead, it solidified into figures of surgical white and shadows of absolute black that lurked from the sanctuary’s rafters. Astaroth recognized them instantly: the Angels of Death, their void-scythes ready to claim Dorian’s body, and the “Executioners of Light”, faceless beings sent to tear Uriel from Carter’s form for permitting a romantic aberration on mortal soil. Astaroth let out a dry laugh, but Griselda, staggering, spat the words at him with urgency:

Gradually, the dark color in her eyes is dimming. She is awakening. We are all still aware that if she attacks suddenly, we have to be fast to react. After a few minutes, the darkness of her eyes is completely gone, and it's replaced by bright blue, beautiful eyes. She looked like an angel now. "SHE IS NOT DANGER FOR US ANY MORE." I sighed, It's a shame that Satan was using all those angels with his black magic and turning them all dark. I turned back, and Ronald checked the members who were lying there on the ground without moving an inch.

Her hellfire traveled through the ground, then shot up like a pillar, completely catching the third angel within it. A sharp agonising scream filled the skies. It shocked the angel facing Vanora so much that Vanora got a clean strike through her chest. As Vanora stared at the second angel falling to the ground, she realised that she was still glowing white. The agonising scream was also ongoing. She looked back at the angel who was convulsing on the floor in pain. When they made eye contact, the angel shouted angrily, "What a sadistic and cruel power this is! You're so horrible!"

It collapsed into itself, and beneath was a quickly portal to the forever burning inferno. The blade took a deep breath and the floor reversed its action and was replenished without the hounds. After the wipe out of the evil that had been brought upon Eregdrix, the blade vanished from sight, probably, back to it's keeper. Light fades. First Person Narrative John Screeman The angels had swam across the sky and across this realm to earth to protect the humans from the harbingers of the Apocalypse. I had not seen Raphael since and it was us versus Azazel at the moment.

The pups’ laughter fades away and when I opened my eyes, Divina and my pups were gone. Archangel Gabriel gives me a sympathetic look. “It would have been a beautiful life. It’s the one I was rooting for,” he says quietly. The background shimmers and the colors morph into a new landscape and an angel with light blue wings stands with their back to me. Wings that remind me of Divina’s. I can’t tell if the angel is male or female at this angle. They stand at the edge of a cliff looking out over the ocean as it crashes against the rocks below. My breath catches when the angel turns and it’s Divina. She looks sad. Her eyes are dull with dark circles. She is dressed in battle gear and her shoulder

Amber POV. During the last fifty years or something, heaven has been going into war with hell, they have gone insane, and they started to drop casualties, demons are dying, angels are dying, and others are falling. Angels are running away from the war, those are called fallen angels, they have black wings, and they go black after they fall after they lose their holiness and become creatures of heaven, but without any of the heaven touch left in them.

Along with Angie's howls, three black spheres appeared next to her. The spheres burned brightly with jet-black flames, emitting a terrifying chill. Chester and Zeke were terrified. The energy coming off the spheres seemed to be attacking their souls directly. Both of them, despite being at the Sanctuary level, found it hard to withstand the pressure. They hurried to increase their spiritual energy output, lighting ablaze with spiritual flames to protect them from this horrible sensation. Angie truly seemed terrifying. She was definitely at the Super Sanctuary level.

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

Feeling the pain flow through me, my eyes opened wide and I heard a shriek. "ANGELA!" ***** Well, well, well, what was it? Will she die? Or will someone save her? Bloom M.