Demon Blue Exorcist Novels & Stories

ZouMi looked pleased. "Why don't you give Gold Dem to yourself, so no one will mess with you?" Gold Dem, is a card which is given to the families by D, which are clean and not involved in any wrong matters. And no one in the business world, can act harshly on them. It's a card, that many upper families carry. It's not easy to catch hold on it, one need to be totally clear from all the illegal stuff. So, basically this Gold Dem is a protection from the harmful world, as long as they are in wings of D, no one will dare to touch their family. If one don't obey the rules set on the Gold Dem, first their whole family will be dragged down, and then there won't be any traces of that family in the w

POV: Eriol I can compare myself as a drug addict right now taking hero*in or mari*juana or whatever human illegal drug in large quantities. I am on a high. Definitely on a high. You might be wondering what a demon feels like when it - when we - have an orgasm. Well, I have only word to describe everything, and that would be: PSYCHEDELIC. Yes. That's exactly the right word.

He knew that he had met his end. “Take him away!” Peter instructed. The special forces went to the basement with Greg. I followed. The moment the lift doors were opened, we smelt a strong chemical scent. It was not a warehouse. Instead, it was a luxurious and well-equipped lab. There were a lot of devices and blinking lights. On the rack next to the wall, there were a lot of test tubes. On one of the rows, there was a blue tag. It said: Angel’s Kiss. At the deepest corner of that lab, there was a heavy metal door.

I sit back in my seat and open my legs widely and take a deep breath emitting boredom. “I’m a demon.”

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

Gabriel could feel Dominic's awareness of him through the mate bond, could sense the tight control his mate maintained over his body's involuntary responses. "The guests tonight will include representatives from every major pack in North America," Dominic said finally, his voice carefully neutral. "There will also be human politicians, business leaders, and various supernatural entities who prefer to keep their nature private. Everyone there will know who you are. Everyone will be watching to see how I handle the exorcist who should have stayed forgotten." Gabriel absorbed the casual cruelty of the statement, reminding himself that this was part of the arrangement. Dominic wanted him humilia

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Daniel drops to the floor with forehead smoking and chest pouring boiling tar. The demon bursts free of his fallen host. Nico lowers his revolver and stalks right up to that intimidating swarm of shadows-- He punches it right back down into its dying host. That set of cross-carved brass knuckles he’s sporting seem to pack one hell of a supernatural impact for the demon lord. And no sooner has it retreated, cowering back inside Daniel’s blackened flesh -- Nico fires off another round. “In nomine omnis sanctorum,” Renata and ‘Christopher’ gasp in unison, finishing off the exorcism, “omne malum abicimus!”

“She never did anything without my help and encouragement. Tsuki said. - It turns out that the demon is not black, he is blue, unlike a human, he promises everything he simply fulfils, because he had his chance, but whenever he wants something, he comes to me, asking for incentives, donations to the poor. Tsuki said. - Lovecraft's help does not come from the politician's pocket, but from the businessman's pocket, you had your chances of having all the promises, the Muslim entered, the white entered, the black entered, none of them fulfilled their promises. Tsuki said.

The Primary Elder, in a fit of desperation, attempts to leap over the table to escape; however, Dean's impressive arm stretches across the expanse of the table as he swiftly captures the Elder between his thumb and index fingers. By this point, the man is reduced to tears, renouncing his power while pleading with Dean for permission to bow at his feet. Dean pulls the terrified Elder close, their gazes locking; his single eye dwarfs the Elder's head. Suddenly, Dean begins to roar, his eyes igniting with a fierce blue light, overwhelming the room with its intensity. The Elder screams, writhing in pain as the scorching brilliance emanating from Dean's iris reaches temperatures rivaling the sun,