Blue Exorcist Renzo Mga Nobela at Kwento

Alessandro Renzo fell to his knees, holding my feet. "Not my daughter, please!" He cried. Blood dripped from his split head onto my shoes, warm and sticky, soaking into the leather. His hands were shaking, his whole body was shaking, and he looked up at me with the kind of desperate terror that I had seen a thousand times before. My men tried to push him away. Enzo stepped forward and grabbed the back of Renzo's collar, ready to throw him across the room. But I raised a hand, signaling them to stop.

Someone who can command rogues and make them obey without question. My mind immediately drifts to the name Xarion mentioned before. Renzo. I don't know much about him. Xarion was vague when he warned me, but he did say Renzo had a history of going after the loved ones of the people he targets. And the way Xarion said his name, the tension in his voice and the hardness in his eyes, it was enough to tell me this Renzo is dangerous. But is he the one behind all of this?

Rosa looked up at him, her face tear-streaked and her expression filled with a dazed confusion, but she didn't fight to take Renzo from him. “Renzo, hey... my little man. Open your eyes,” Luciano said, his voice a low, steady anchor in the storm. “Look at me. The monsters are gone. Daddy killed them all.” Whether it was the raw strength in his tone or the simple authority of a father’s promise, Renzo’s sobbing hitched. He slowly peeled his eyes open, and the second he saw Luciano, he lunged forward. He threw his small arms around Luciano’s neck, clinging to him with every ounce of his strength.

Of course, it was because of Theresia earlier. Evelyn who saw Renza slumped on the floor immediately helped her up. "Renza, are you okay? We'd better wait for the rain to stop, do you want to break through the rain at night?" he grumbled pulling Renza's hand to sit back down. Renza closed his eyes for a moment, then turned his head to look at Edward and Theresia in turn. He raised his hand to point at the two of them as he said, "They're dangerous, Evelyn. They're not normal humans, I'm sure of that."

“Yes, well, I’m sure there will be plenty of time for explanations and reunions later. Right now, the lines of fate are converging–” “So it is you,” Enzo growled, giving me one last, unreadable look before he stormed across the room to Bennett. He grabbed his shirt in a fist and lifted him clean off the floor. “You’d better start explaining what the fuck you’ve been playing at, right now, otherwise your head will be removed from your neck so damn fast–”

Renzo planted his foot on my chest and twisted cruelly. “You’ll die here, Blaze. No one will ever find your body. And when you’re gone, I’ll return for what’s mine. Your sister. Your mate. I can’t even decide which one I’ll take first.” His grin was sadistic. “Though truthfully, I haven’t stopped thinking about Saoirse. That little slut moaned so loud when I fucked her in your bathroom—it’s a miracle you didn’t wake.” A guttural roar ripped from me. “I will kill you, Renzo! Mark my words!”

I recoil, pulling my claws from his neck, my breath heavy with disgust. “What did you see?” Orion asks cautiously as he takes a step towards us, but I can’t even bring myself to mention what I just saw. Cezar slumps in the chair, panting, his eyes wide with shock and pain. “Nero, I can explain—” I silence him with a growl and glare at him, my blood boiling as the images continue to assault me. Blood, screaming, a mouth covered, a life threatened, and a secret kept.

Gabriel took it, feeling the shock of skin against skin, feeling the mate bond flare between them with enough intensity that he saw Dominic's pupils dilate before iron control reasserted itself. They walked the red carpet together, Dominic's hand settling possessively on Gabriel's lower back, warm through the expensive suit fabric. Cameras flashed continuously. Gabriel heard whispers following them, voices that carried despite attempts at discretion. "Is that the exorcist?" "I heard Dominic rejected him years ago." "What is he doing here?" "Maybe the rumors about them were true after all."

The doors swung open, and my breath caught in my throat. Renzo stepped into the room. He froze the moment he saw me, and I felt my chest tighten as I took him in. His handsome features were paler than usual, his jaw darkened by a bruise that looked like he’d slammed into rocks during the fall. He wore a black T-shirt and combat pants Lazaro’s doing, no doubt. Our eyes locked, and tears welled up in mine before I could stop them. Then I moved or maybe I ran and threw myself into his arms.

Jonathan said, glancing at the image of Lena's mother. Renz was suddenly overcome with a grave realization, and he lost control of his anger. Renz yanked Jonathan violently by his dressing gown collar, and glared at him dangerously. "You forced Lena's mother, didn't you? You are Lena's father," Renz spat harshly. Jonathan's eyes filled with fear, and he began harshly coughing, forcing small flecks of blood onto his bedclothes. Renz released him once he noticed how strong his grip really was, and he tersely refilled Jonathan's water glass and handed it to him.