Blue Exorcist Renzo Novels & Stories

Suddenly, the door swung outward and a massive enforcer nearly walked right into me. "So sorry, didn't see you standing there," the tall soldier growled, pulling back. His brow furrowed as his eyes landed on my face. "Taryn?" "Renzo?" I stared back at another familiar face from the district. Renzo Bellomo was broad-shouldered and imposing, with dark olive skin and cold green eyes. Aside from Rocco, he'd been one of the toughest enforcers in our neighborhood when we were younger. A year older than me, he'd dominated the local street crews, only stepping down when Rocco took over to keep the peace. I never got the sense that he was close with Rocco, but I suppose once a man becomes Don, every

Those eyes are the pure blue-green of the ocean which can drown anyone in its current, along with its long curly eyelashes like the waves which can pull you in its depth. But then suddenly there is a knock at the door. I immediately look away, my heart beating fast as if I’ve just committed a grave sin. Eren’s eyes narrowed. “Let me see.” He gets up from the couch and walks to the door. I follow him and stand behind. He opens the door and I smile as I see the least expected person. Azure Heredia. “Azure.” I say which makes Eren frowns. “What are you doing here?” Azure is breathtaking. He is of white skin, with azure blue eyes. His face is squarely shaped and perfectly shaved. As for his hair

My brows furrow as I process this new information. "What else have you discovered, Klaus?" "Renzo has led a low-key life since he faked his death in Italy. He's had several jobs, his current one being as a bouncer at a Brooklyn nightclub. Plus, he lives in a small apartment five blocks from work. He seems to live a quiet existence, with very little social interaction, save for a neighbor in her late 70s. Hans, always inquisitive, intervenes with a question: "Why has Renzo chosen to lead such a passive life? Is there something we don't know?"

Beatrice was looking at me curiously, as if trying to piece something together. “Where does your magic come from, Kenzie?” I looked to Bellamy so he could explain. I was still unsure about it all. “I know you’ll keep this private,” he said, looking at her directly. She scoffed but nodded. “She’s a direct descendant of Ezthamus Hecatheem,” he said, looking at me, again with pride shining in his eyes. I would have to get him to explain more. Luckily, Luca beat me to it. “What’s so special about this Ezthamus person?”

“You think this will kill me?” Ryker didn’t flinch. “No.” His voice was steady. “But it will kill them.” Another shriek. Elijah fell to his knees, fingers clawing at the dirt, his body shaking. Renzo moved. Fast. A blur of rage. But the second he stepped into the cloud, he staggered. His breath hitched. His pupils blew wide. His chest rose and fell—faster. Then slower. Shallower. I turned to Elara. She was trembling, hands gripping her stomach like she was trying to hold something inside.

"You should probably tell him that to his face, then. Speak of the devil..." I turned around. Renzo was walking toward us. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt, arms crossed, showing off forearms marked by grease and scars. He still had that inevitable lollipop in the corner of his mouth and that hoodlum stare that seemed to read me like an open book. "Well, well, Parisian... I didn't think I’d run into you in a place this sketchy. You looking for more trouble, or did you just get lost?" He stopped a yard away from me, radiating that scent of cold tobacco and speed that always made me nervous.

He likes riding his bike at night and he likes beating bad people and making them beg for mercy and that part I knew earlier. After we finish our dinner, Renzo comes behind me and places his hand on my eyes. "What are you doing?" I ask him. He just asked me to be quiet. "I am going to take my hands away but you have to keep your eyes shut till I count three. No peeking" he tells me. I nod my head. " Ok. One..two..and three open your eyes".

I offer, as if I stand a chance of coming up with another idea. She looks grim. “Please leave.” “I’m not leaving,” I tell her firmly. “If you don’t leave right now, I’m going to have to use magic. I don’t want to have to do that, when I need my strength for this spell,” she says calmly, although there is a storm in her eyes that is behind turbulent. I don’t want to end up like Chase, so I get up, pushing through the curtains into the outside world. I’m angry. Some innocent person is going to have their life ended because of this mess? Ren doesn’t deserve to live anymore, but it’s his original body. But Chase doesn’t have another body to go to. His one died years ago when his mother tried to

Each time we were a step closer to achieving our long goal, Father finds someone else to replace the current exorcist The last time we got closer to achieving our long goal was the battle between Asmodeus and Reverend Father Frank. We have never seen any like him before. We won the fight but lost the body. The Reverend Father was crippled by Asmodeus while he put a dent on Asmodeus life forcing him to stay in a coma state for years

Aurelio stretched his arm and lifted her face up, their eyes met. "Have I ever told you that I enjoy seeing you shy and embarrassed? Coz you look even prettier" Aurelio said. Amour blushed even more and bit her lips. Aurelio smiled more and released her. Soon their meal were brought and they dug in, eating with Amour looking down. ✮•✮•✮•✮ ••BLACK VENOM COB•• A car drove in the clan and out of it came Rexton. He was wearing all black and he held a non smiling look on his face as he made his way in.