Blue Exorcist Ukobach Novels & Stories

I rolled to the left, the needles slamming into the metal wall behind me with a loud thud. "Hazel, the blue energy!" Bryan yelled. He was trying to reach me, but the black heart sent out a wave of dark force that pinned him against the glass window. "Use it now!" I looked at my hands. They were shaking. I could feel the last bit of the blue butterfly’s light humming in my blood. It was warm, almost hot. It was the only thing that could fight the black heart. But every time I used it, I felt weaker. It was like burning my own soul to keep a fire going.

- John Carl one by one our group slowly opens their eyes and like me, they ask what is the black sweat that pours from their bodies from this experience, we slowly understand the uses of the Dark Crystal as we finish our test to the Dark Crystal, Uncle Bobby suddenly show 5 Crystals that are different in color there are 4 Blue Crystals and 1 Orange Crystal that came from the special zombie "where is the purple crystal"- John Carl "We already experiment it Bhlezy knew its effect"- Bobby we all look at Bhlezy again and wait for her explanation "hum hum, now you all know my greatness"- Bhlezy

In his hand was a trash bag. I was about to say hello when my eyes caught the figure above his head. My smile froze. There, glowing in vivid red, was the number: 1,111. The worst part was that it was still fluctuating. My blood ran cold. That was pure bloodlust. It was a raw, undisguised intent to kill. I had never seen such a high value before. I once came across a creep on the subway at 300, and I thought that was bad.

But he swore he felt eyes on him—eyes that didn’t blink, didn’t move, just watched. That night, he closed the curtains. Double-locked the door. Left the hallway light on. Still, when he woke up at 2:14 a.m., heart racing and throat dry, he found another box at his bedside. Smaller than the last. And this time, there was no flower. Only a flash drive. And a sticky note on top of it: “Now do you believe me when I say I see everything.

The man felt numbness all over his body and slowly his vision blackened out, replaced by the darkness that surrounded him and made him unable to breathe. Steve tried to scream, trying his best not to sink into the darkness that was trying to swallow him up, but no sound could be heard, nor could he do anything when he finally lost the very short battle. And when Steve opened his eyes again, his eyes were the same color as the eyes of the mysterious creature that had infiltrated this research center. The mysterious female creature was now standing beside the object of their research, tilting her head in curiosity and consideration. Meanwhile, Steve moved forward at a brisk pace and turned off

It smelled of sulphur and old graves. "Back up," Bexley snapped, pushing forward to take half of our shared control. "Closer to the bed." I dragged my boots back two steps, my eyes watering against the sudden chill. Through the thick white mist, a shape appeared. She was small. Her black hair hung in tangled ropes around her shoulders, and her eyes burned with an unnatural, neon blue light. She did not look at me. Her gaze was locked entirely on Betty's chest. Then Bexley stopped breathing.

And the monster underneath it finally reveals itself, the Collins - series Obsidian, black, massive looking like a predator itself. Even buried under dust and grime, the shape is unmistakable. My throat tightens. “I would recognize this silhouette anywhere, “ I murmur, my voice rough has hell. “Even in hell,” I grunt out as I smash the side, which causes a dent in the side. I step closer, the front hood catches the light, and my breath stops, it's bent, a jagged misalignment, like a scar. Slowly, I reach out and press my palm against the hood.

"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.

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,

It's been three days since Rebecca arrived and yet she still does not have an answer. She has been looking through her books, trying different potions and magic. The hide thing was lying in front of her, candles surrounding it. Her hands waved over it but I could see the dragon thing glowing a bright blue, and her hands shaking. She is chanting something, the candles flickering. The next moment, the room starts to rumble, the candles go out and there is just smoke, bright blue smoke. I could feel a breeze even though there was not a window open.