Blue Exorcist Astaroth Novels & Stories

He spits blood and kneels down. "No! Your majesty!" Aristo runs towards him and hugs Alfonso when he fainted. He tried to cure its wound but he can't. "Socrates can have the princess now..." The girl laughs loudly and she opens more portal and a lot of Level D's a came out. "Let's get out of here now!" Aitan said then when they were about to go, something came down from the sky. •*•*•*•* Alexis is still eating with Ginger when stops because she smells something. Her demon features are now showing up until, she releases a lot of black fire and went towards the smell.

I don’t know how I commanded the hellfire. I don’t know who the blue-eyed man is or what he wants from me. “Which you were also made aware of.” Tabatha strides forward and moves to the first step leading to the altar. “There was an influx of energy, which happens from time to time as we all know. With us coming off a Solstice, the energy was raw and powerful, and we know how that beacons other worldly creatures. The Ley line has been taken care of and the details don’t matter. What matters is my son. We need to perform an exorcism. Now.”

He finally realised that attacking blindly wasn’t working. “We’ll see about that” He said, sheathing his sword and creating a single sigil that I hadn’t seen before. “Rise. King of the Seventh Circle. Rise, Astaroth. A black shadow grew impossibly high behind X, it looked like a gate of sorts. A scrawny, black hand came through the shadow, followed by a large head. It was black, featureless and horned. One purple glowing eye was at the forehead and the other was where the mouth would be, if it had one. The remaining body was black and scrawny. I half expected it to fall over, but it stood tall, towering over X and his father. “Contract in order. Possession of demon contracted” The demon god

Orpheus gasped out in shock as he locked gaze with Blaze who had this blunt expression on his face. "Yes sir!!" He mumbled. "Who are you??" His voice died down as his eyes grew more red in anger and confusion. "How long have you known who I am and who sent you to me??" He queried as he held the lamp holder more firm this time around. **** Blaze Ciaran Astaroth, the last descendant of the Astaroth's lineage. He was a transcendent vampire and an orphan. He was 35 years and was schooled under Lawst Bathory, the uncle of Orpheus. His family had died while defending the coven from external forces.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

his eyes darkened, and he flicked his tongue over the inside of her thigh, "I believe you requested a story." She whimpered her annoyance, but as he pulled back and stood, the evidence of his arousal pressed tightly against his grey woollen trousers. Sapphira's mouth went dry. The soft clink of crystal dragged her thoughts back to the matter at hand. "Asra is unlike Venelia in many ways, but perhaps the most startling difference is that magic is much stronger there. There are magical beings that most wolves have never even heard of, let alone seen. My father hunted these beings, burned their homes, and slit their throats, all in the name of the crown.

I watched him closely, searching for any clue. "Well, that was certainly unexpected," Astaroth muttered, his eyes flashing a deep, unsettling red. He seemed to lose himself in his own thoughts, his expression flickering between anger and excitement. His lips curled into a sneer one moment, then stretched into a grin the next. What the hell is going on with him? Sensing an opportunity, I glanced around the room, hoping to find something—anything—that could help me turn the tables.

Pure, unfiltered rage. “What did you do?” he snarls, stepping closer to me. Scarlett lets out a soft, hiccuping sigh against my chest, her tiny fingers curling into my tunic. Astaroth’s gaze snaps to her, realization dawning behind his panic. The blood didn’t just make him solid. It made him human, stripping away all of his demonic power. “No,” he whispers. His fingers twitch. “No, that’s not possible.” Arlo shifts beside me, his body rippling into his wolf form in an instant. Fangs bared, he steps between Astaroth and me, a low, menacing growl curling through the air.

Understanding my meaning, Morgan practically skipped as she left. My mind went back to Amon, how was I going to break the contract he holds with Astaroth. I summoned the demon. A black cloud of smoke appeared before me. The dragon formed first then Astaroth. The creature was magnificent, fearsome-looking with black and a deep purple shiny scales covered its long snake-like body. Long sharp blood-stained teeth. Black razor-sharp claws dipped in bone-melting acid, protruded through the dragon's paws.

Why don’t he fight us himself? “Because that’s the nature of his cursed magic. He’ll use his enemy’s loved one or someone close to them to make them feel betrayed. Astaroth believes that betrayal does not come from enemies stabbing you behind your back but it comes the from person you trusted the most,” Mammon answered my question while I continue evading and slashing those attacks from the enemy’s puppet.