Blue Exorcist Creator Novels & Stories

The woman behind me, points at me and screams, "He killed her." Scanning the crowd around me, I catch a glimpse of red and look closer. There she stands, the soul eater with her black soulless eyes just smiling at me with that smile that still creeps me out. You would think that it wouldn't after all this time, but it still gives me a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I asked putting my hands on my hips. Cynthia, of course, was the first to speak. "You said there's a way to save the zombies-" "First off they are not zombies. Not in the traditional sense. They do not feed on you, they feed on your soul. Soul Eaters," I explained in a rather snarky tone. Did I mention I was really tired? "Whatever," she brushed it off. "How? And how do you know this?" "It's hard to explain how I know this and most of it is unbelievable anyway," I started running my hand through my hair.

“As much as I wish to, we cannot release her, your grace. She has already cut through our ranks. She slaughtered Galatael, Tramiel and many others. If you let her go, she will continue to murder our brethren.” The Creator’s like slashes the air, making my eyes burn further. “Enough! I know what she has done, my son. No one knows this better than I.” I chuckle with derision as I slump to my knees on the ground and crawl toward The Creator. “You made me this!” my lip curls as I gaze up into The Creator’s lights and let it burn through my retinas. “You are the reason for my madness!” I gasp as the pain burning through my eyes becomes unbearable. It feels like glass is tearing through the thin m

He then sees Ayame sitting in a corner and reading something while Mitsuru was talking to some other people in the classroom. He takes the empty seat at the furthest end of the classroom and just stares at his desk. He sees a weird insect like spirit. He tries to push it off the table but was not able to. While he was trying to flick the insect like thing from his table, the others looked at him with disgust. ‘What is this thing? A cicada?’ he says while flicking the insect off the table. After a few more flicks, the insect starts to turn blue in colour and when it completely turned blue, it exploded and a plant-like monster came out of it.

Just when she thought she could take no more he spilled into her as her most powerful orgasm consumed her from toe to head. Blood put his lips to her ear and whispered as they came together, “You belong to us now. No escaping us this time around.” He tongued her down as the blue of the sky signaled the awakening of morning and just as her eyes closed from the overwhelming pleasure he whispered out, “Happy Day of the Dead. Say hi to your grandmother for me. Be back later.”