Blue Exorcist Mephisto Novels & Stories

Towards A Happy Ending … “As long as they are safe, then half of our worries would be gone, right?” Blue asked and smiled as he looked at Reyan in the eyes. His long and curled eyelashes fanned his golden pupils that seemed to be able to penetrate his soul. Reyan’s heart skipped a beat, then it beat fast, slamming hard against his chest that has now thinned because of his body deteriorating as a result of his injuries from fighting against the witch ten years ago – the same is true with his powers that he is slowly losing. Reyan has a feeling that Blue could see through him – seeing his thoughts. But he knows that Blue will not use his psychic powers to probe their thoughts again, for this i

James asked in a steely voice. Xezal took a step closer toward James. “His name is Mekaisto Xelqart. He was once a powerful and skilled cultivator. However, he’s suffered serious injuries, and he needs your Thousand Paths Holy Body to recover his powers. It’s best if you cooperate with us, Wyot.” “He’s an Extraterrestrial Demon,” James said bitingly. “So what if he is?” Xezal replied straightforwardly. Meanwhile, Mekaisto remained in his seat. A cynical smirk hung on the man’s face as he watched the exchange between the pair before him.

As we drew closer, I addressed Blaze, my voice firm and commanding. "Blaze." He regarded me with a smug, self-assured expression, his eyes glinting with malevolence. Then, in a low, hypnotic chant, he spoke the words: "Per manus autem quod amans, et veniet tibi mors." As he finished speaking, his eyes transformed, turning an eerie shade of white that seemed to pierce through the very soul.

I struggled to steady myself, but the overwhelming force left me powerless. A chilling, malevolent aura poured from the magic box, as if dark spirits were emerging from the abyss. The swirling mass of dark energy seemed to possess a life of its own, enveloping Neil entirely. We watched in horror as Neil's appearance transformed dramatically. His eyes grew sinister and hollow, and a twisted, eerie smile curled at his lips. His body quivered slightly, his breath heavy with a mix of malevolence and madness.

Master Ethane lied. "Okay no problem," the doctor replied. I was taken to a room and placed on a bed while the scan was being carried out. "I can't find the baby," the doctor said with shock. "What?" Master Ethane asked with surprise. Just then I ate a certain leaf when I was sure nobody was watching me. "Oh sorry I can see the baby. It's a girl" the doctor said. After that master Ethane's mood completely changed. He became angry but why? When we arrived in the demon world, Mira had to come with us. I don't understand why master ethane had to bring her to the demon world.

"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.

“Either the Inceptex is useless, or you didn’t give Nico a big enough dose.” Silence for half a second. Then the voice responded, calm but defensive. “That’s impossible. We gave him an entire cylinder’s worth. He shouldn’t even remember the past year, let alone BludHeaven Academy.” Darius didn’t raise his voice. He simply sent the latest Fang post through the encrypted line. “Explain this.” There was a long pause as the other man opened the attachment. Darius could almost hear the man’s confusion through the line. The voice finally returned — stunned.

“The Megetsune holds five faces—each a manifestation of pure destruction. The first is Possession. The second… Devour.” He pauses, jaw tight. “It’s not just a beast. It’s an abomination. Imagine a creature resembling a wolf, but taller than any Alpha, with piercing blue eyes, obsidian stone skin that deflects blades, and a speed that shatters the eye’s ability to follow. It hunts wolves. Only wolves. It never stops once it chooses a target. It’s madness incarnate.” A chill coils in the air. “Shit,” Lucy breathes, arms crossed tight against her chest. “So if this thing gets loose… how the hell do we even kill something like that?”

Nuriel enchants as the trail of blood turns red flowing with hot heated larva magically coming out from it. Suddenly the ground opens revealing a deep open whole of a thousand falls. Nuriel takes one last look before he jumps into after which the ground closes up. Nuriel finds himself falling down, down, and down which didn't look like he was going to stop falling at some point. He was now falling down into a really dark void. He hears screams and screeching noise as he keeps falling deeper and deeper. He stops falling and finds himself sinking inside a larva pot which covers him up completely. He opens his eyes to find out he was back to Mephistopheles.

That would be how long before the vote on who would be the next godfather in the Solntsevskaya Bratva. My mind wandered with the possibilities of torturing her as I dressed and sat at the kitchen table, trying to read. After my second cup, a groan sounded from the guest bedroom, then a yelp. A smile twitched at the corners of my mouth and I slowly returned to the room. She glared at me from the floor with hatred in her bright blue eyes. “What the holy fuck, Tomas?” “You said you liked serial killers.” I shrugged. “I wanted to see if you meant it.”