Blue Exorcist Shura Kirigakure Mga Nobela at Kwento

Shown as the cool wind blew pass her. “Come to think of it, where is Sheik and Lazarus?” A clip-clop sound was heard revealing a lady dressed in strapless sweetheart dark-blue shirt with brown skinned-tight trouser having two Irises of different colors; the right eye, daisy and the left eye, stone blue while on a mystical creature having a fluffy-curly daisy colored manes and beards flowing upwards with a body marginally glowing stone blue scale. Having two large and long antlers on the head. known to be a ‘Kirin’ with the letter ‘P’ scraped on it’s neck.

Suddenly, a blue snake comes out from Franz’s sword pommel and wraps around Irz’s body. “What?!” Barz and Darz exclaimed. “Shit! I forgot that he is able to summon his Ribo.” Irz sighed. “Monkey, the symbol of naughtiness. An incarnation of a moron who is harmed by his own stupid deeds.” Franz said. ”Sunekuo, Vish!” He exclaimed. “As you wish,” Sunekuo said. Sunekuo strengthens its construction and emits blue fluid from its skin disintegrating Irz’s body until his body vanishes.

Noorh said, taking Kiran's attention away from the horror behind them. Kiran gingerly nodded and turned to the horizon where the familiar slivers of orange and indigo laced the dark sky. Noorh took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He felt a buzz of energy surge through his veins. He then snapped his eyes open, its obsidian hue already replaced by an electric silvery blue color. He extended a free hand forward as his black hair changed into a similar silvery blue color. Kiran watched a giant bluish white magic circle burst from his palm. It moved to float in front of them like a massive portal.

It looked mighty and very well made. Seeing the hammer, Shiroa had flashbacks of Kirou's fight with the level 23 shadow wolves from earlier in the week. She could only release a sigh as she already figured out how this fight was going to end. At the moment, she could only hope that Kirou doesn't demand too much for his silence.

Kiran suddenly flicked his right index finger, sending a drop of blood toward Shimada. Shimada tried to dodge, but he was a step too late, and the drop of blood landed on his right arm, making a sizzling sound as it was burning through him. Ah… Shimada let out a painful cry. He quickly retreated, covering up the hole in his arm. His eyes were glowing blue as he looked at Kiran in fear and anger. Kiran looked at his wound in surprise as it miraculously started to heal itself. “Is it a monster?”

Kit shrieked, this time with two overlapping voices, his own and Ari’s. "No! He can’t, THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!" Ari’s voice wailed. The blue light grew even brighter. Siron’s mother murmured protection mantras from the back seat, adding strength to their ancestral pendant. Then, with an explosion of light that forced everyone to squint, something was violently ejected from Kit’s body. It wasn't a physical form, but a shadow of silver smoke shaped like Ari, though smaller, like a fragment. The shadow hovered inside the van, then tried to lunge again.

He said and Kazuha can see he is actually studying. Kazuha remembers her past a bit. The tears in her eyes, the screams and the day she notices her eyes turning silver. A monster? I am more of a monster than you, Hyakuya Kurai. She thought to herself.

Goodluck being lonely for one month. Ban: HAH...!! One month!?? Ah my bad this is the library. Better not stand out. Kiri: You don't have to be so obvious. If you miss me just learn some telepathy instead. Ban: Whoa I can do that?( Is that how she contacted the demon world when we first came here? Talk about sneaky) Kiri: It's a skill only demons with the color blue can do so. And since it is one of your colors, maybe it's possible.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.