Blue Exorcist Oc Novels & Stories

"My father was a healer. He used blue roots to draw out silver." "Blue root works on standard silver, Amora," Susan said, wiping sweat from her brow as she grabbed a fresh syringe of clear fluid. "This is city tech. It’s chemically engineered to kill a dominant werewolf. His heart is failing. If I can't neutralize the chemical binding agent in the next ten minutes, his organs will shut down." Oscar’s eyelids fluttered open. The hazel was entirely gone, replaced by a dull, milky white. He looked toward Amora, his lips moving soundlessly. He was trying to tell her to run. Even at the edge of death, his instinct was to shield her.

Josh sighed, eyeing Alex’s reaction before continuing. “Then Amber and Bianca came and you broke the table by kicking Bianca and almost killed Amber but then Xander and Xavier came and stopped you but you wouldn’t stop screaming and even started scratching yourself spraying blood everywhere. Before you fainted, you had started crying some… black ooze. Your eyes had turned all black like a demon, I don’t know.” Josh looked away as if he himself was still trying to process that information. Alex on the other hand was left more than speechless, he looked down at his arm that held not a single scratch, feeling his face but nothing.

A wicked grin crept across his face as he lunged forward, effortlessly hoisting the weight above his head. With an immense surge of power, he hurled the weighted object across the room, sending it crashing into a stack of empty boxes. A booming laugh of exhilaration echoed through the lab, filling the space with an unsettling energy. However, his elation was short-lived. The effects of the blue liquid began to dissipate, and Augustine's eyes gradually returned to their normal color. A frown etched its way onto his face W the effects of the blue liquid begin to fade, and Augustine's eyes return to their normal color. ' No... The strength ebbs away too quickly... Her blood is too weak... If I'

I caressed her arm softly with a soft expression on my face “Go on” She exhaled, “when I opened the door… Ezekiel, I saw something strange.” My body tensed slightly. “Strange how?” “I saw Auren sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room, his eyes were close, there was some kind of energy, a bright blue energy swirling around his body, they were like gentle flames they were not hit, but they were pulsing” My eyes widened as I heard this, blue energy?, what does this even mean?. If it was someone else telling me this, I would have considered the person drunk.

For her, it was a war she hadn’t survived. Her eyes stayed on the ceiling. Not crying. Not screaming. Just staring — because there was nothing left to do. She couldn't even understand what had happened to her. She was too innocent, too young and inexperienced to all of it. Her eyes were the first thing you’d notice — or would have, once. Wide, gentle things once full of questions and quiet wonder, the kind of eyes that still believed in kindness even after life had shown otherwise. They were the color of baby blue held by the lightest shade of ocean, but now they held no warmth. Only glass. Only distance.

"It's just that you really don't have to tell me anything, because I'm not really asking you to tell me anything now, I know that this is shocking for you, and, to tell the truth, for me too, you are so beautiful, and so many things fall on you, but I'm willing to fight against whatever it takes to be by your side, of course only if you want me to" "Alexander, this is happening very fast, I am very confused, besides everything that is happening with you, inside me very strange things are happening, I have had many visions, where I have seen myself being as if I were a sorceress, I do not know if it is me, or another woman who looks a lot like me, I only know that I am in a terrible state emo

The dying person’s eyes showed no signs of despair or fear, rather they were filled with hatred and a strange aura of strength, followed by an ear-splitting scream. Zachaeus closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He then proceeded to open the box. The insides of it were covered in red velvet and in it, there was a white round crystal, shattered into pieces. He took out the biggest shard which still has the shape of its initial form and looked at it, before putting it back, and closing the lid. He then went up to a locker that was concealed within a phoenix statue in his room and put it back. Soon his phone rang; the screen showed Nezeira’s face. He picked it up and answered,

“Please turn in your response notes and remember to sit in the same place on Wednesday. Thank you all.” “Wanna walk to our next class together?” Blaze asks as we turn our papers in. “Uh—” I’m surprised. Why does he want to? “We can talk more,” he adds. “Um, that’s okay. My next class is clear across campus near the planetarium.” “Mine too.” “Really?” He blushes, the color rising slowly from his neck to his face. “Uh—”

I mumble under my breath. “We are going to work on using your demigoddess magic along with your Siren magic.” “And you think I’m going to willingly work on this with you?” “You’re not going to have any other choice.” As he says that, Beatrix walks into the room. I hadn’t seen her since I woke up when I was first brought here. She had something in her hands, a sphere of some sort that was made of what looked like frosted glass. She walked closer to me and set it on the bed, she held her hand over it and began to chant words I didn’t understand. In the sphere, I saw Euan. My sweet mate’s face was contorted in pain, and I could see his mouth wide open. He was screaming in pain. All of a sudden,

“Okay.” The doctor finished and stepped back. “Now that we’ve dealt with the physical side of this, we need to discuss a few things.” That piqued Joy’s curiosity. “What do you want to talk about?” Trisha pulled over a stool and sat next to her bed. “I wanted to prepare you for what is to come.” “What do you mean?” “You’re involved with a New Species. I don’t know the specifics of your relationship with Moon but what happened in your home is going to—”