Blue Exorcist Astaroth Novels & Stories

Peace at last. I hear a hiss from the flames as an image appears in the smoke. Fuck, not now. I internally groan as a face I haven’t seen before appears, followed by those dazzling green eyes I couldn’t forget if I tried. “Astaroth, danger is coming for you. Act now before it is too late!” the flames hiss once more, the fire crackling as images appear before my eyes.

“Lord Yandor and his troops failed to exorcise him.” Taking an unsteady breath, I tried to contain the anxiety clawing up my spine. Relief had never come with such numbing dread before. “He’ll be coming for Xanthea,” Azum said. “For your family. For you.” I turned to face Xanthea. Of course. They failed. What was I expecting? Asher cannot be killed or exorcised. I did not tell Azum, but the blood used to feed carvera X23 was Asher’s.

Then the glass broke, Alexander felt the shards cut through his skin and get stuck in his flesh but he didn’t flinch…instead the pain helped him to stay clear headed because at some point, all he could see was red. “This…Cullen,” surprisingly his voice still worked, even though he sounded like a man that was about to go on a fucking rampage. “He had blue eyes?” Yuki inhaled deeply, “Yes, he did,” Alexander brought down the phone from his ear and searched for the first picture of Sergio he saw online. He sent the picture to Yuki and heard her gasp from the other line. “Is that him?” “Yes!” Alexander chuckled darkly, his eyes already clouded with blood lust. “Good,” he replied.

Old runes ran along the walls like scars. Kieran leaned against stone, breathing hard. Blood soaked his shirt. Dax tore cloth from his coat and bound the wound with efficient brutality. Kieran hissed but didn’t fight him—couldn’t. Kieran’s eyes found mine. “Aria… they called you ashbound.” My stomach dropped. “What?” Dax’s hands paused for the smallest heartbeat. Kieran swallowed. “The elders said the Moonwater turned black because the ashbound line woke up again.” Dax’s gaze lifted to me, gold eyes unreadable. “Your mother never told you what your blood is.”

Xavier held her back rubbing his hands and slipping to her waist. Anger surged within me, “You'll never get away with this." They laughed. "Oh, but we already are." I felt immense power surging within me, one which I had never felt almost like I was about to explode. Nyx growled my claws springing out. Their gaze dropped. “Xavier, what is happening?” Veronica asked in fear. “Go!” He yells out to Veronica. Their words made me angrier as I pulled harder on the ropes, the strange feeling getting more intense.

yes i know, I'm such a jerk for a prince. "Nervous?" I almost jumped from my position. His voice from my back feels like I've been electrified and it made me feel weird. There's no way I'm going homosexual with him! "Don't be such a d*ck Luther" I angrily spat. He just laughed in amusement when-- "Harris Esqroic and Luther Astrix please join arena 4!" This really is doomsday!

– Levi stared at him with his piercing blue eyes – “shouldn’t you ask that before starting to cuss at people? If city lord Teagan manages his city the same way he manages his youngest son, I’ll have to reconsider whether to give my signature on that proposed renewal of the trade agreement between Astarea and Carteagan.” The curses Peyton was about to spew out got stuck in his throat. Peyton might not be the brightest cookie in the box, but he wasn’t entirely without brains either. Tall, dangerous-looking man with piercing blue eyes, fully dressed in black? Just those clues alone were enough to make most people think of Astar Levi. And once a signature on an agreement between Astarea and Cart

"The healers estimate we have seventy-two hours before it reaches his heart. Once it does, nothing in this world or the next will be able to save him." Gabriel watched the marks pulse and writhe, recognizing some of the symbols from his exorcist training. Blood magic, definitely. Old blood magic, the kind that predated the written word, that reached back to when humans first learned to bargain with darkness for power. Someone with significant knowledge and even more significant hatred had crafted this curse specifically to kill Patriarch Michael Thorne.

He increases the pressure on the triangle, increasing the speed it is travelling, “All this that you fight for is meaningless. The world you are trying to cling onto is already doomed!” “I still do not care! You hurt my child and I am going to make you pay demon!” she strikes the ground twice with her stick and an earth barrier rises to protect her. She places her stuff right in front of her face, “Now cleanse the tainted!” A white light covers the whole area erasing the dark power whilst burning Astaroth. He screams in agonising pain. “You will pay for this witch!” he leaps off the ground forming a fist and Genteel smiles waiting for him.

Lillian shot him an angry stare, her eyes now completely white exactly like how Lyra’s would be when ever Indie was in her body, only that Lillian’s eyes did not glow. “Who is this person that wants to take over Astaroth?” Xanth asked, he was still level headed unlike Ryder, although he too was really very mad about what she had just revealed to them. She relaxed and brought her attention back on the glass ball. “It is a man you know all too well. A man you are really close to. A man…” She paused and lifted her eyes to Ryder, flashing him a sinister smile. “A man like a general.” She smirked. “Ring any bells in your head? Lord of Astaroth?”