Mephisto Pheles Blue Exorcist Novels & Stories

Paisley rubbed her head, "Mom was right. It's the quiet ones you have to watch for because deep down, they are crazier than you." "Hey, you're alive, aren't you...," She trailed off as Paisley pointed to Daiki, who now rushed forward with his fists raised "Maybe I can't kill you, but I can send you back to where you belong," Daiki shouted. His fist glowed brighter and spiritual symbols of all descriptions covered the glove, "Grand fist of exorcism," He bellowed. Metal crashed into bone. "Nooooo," the skeletal foe bellowed. Something black and smoky erupted from the bones and clattered to the ground. The ground shook with ferocity. Nozomi and Paisley hugged each other, "You need to choose you

Hujan was so sure of his prediction, the people who had been led to the side of the east Aayss by the Earth Dragon's whip had the same characteristics as the people who had razed the Desolate residence. Hujan started to rage, he slammed his fist into the nearby tree. Blood started pouring from the back of his palm. Surprisingly, the blood was black. When the blood hit the grass, the grass immediately dried up. After crushing a tree to the ground, his knees finally went limp. He sat on the grass, his shoulders shaking. He was crying, from his eyes a black liquid, like ink. Bima who was standing not far from him thought hard, "what can i do to make him wake up?!" Bima tried to remember what Su

My brothers looked at each other before looking at me, I gave them a shrug before looking out the window. My eyes glided up and down the building that stood in front of me, nothing changes about it. It still had that sick yellow paint and the white on the pillars were beginning to wash off, the painting of a phoenix on the the left side of the building was beginning to fade away a reminder that the one who painted it no longer existed.

Even just a tiny bit wrong. My brothers came in the picture to rub it in my face, Mortem teased, "Well, well, the halfling got the contract first but I wonder if he's to actually grant it." "You don't want to mess with me now Mortem." I glared releasing my aura but just then, Mortem walks closer towards me releasing his aura as well. His kind of violet aura matches my red aura perfectly- almost even but then our other brother, Belphegor II steps in with his blue aura getting between us and pushing us to the walls.

Even though he is so big, it almost covers mine completely. He opens the door and I see a large room with dark green painted walls, a table in the center, and four red velvet chairs with gold trim, were three other boys of similar ages to ours are sitting, and in the arms from their chairs, a girl, something that doesn't seem morally right to me. I saw one of them at the entrance, and when he looked at me, he smiled at me. -I want you to be my partner at Poker Blaze- Azael murmurs looking into my eyes.

Not worrying about my life. I sit on my bed again and recall everything that happened. I don’t know what is happening to me but I know that it connects in me. Maybe it was a vision. Maybe God gave me a gift after I came back from hell and maybe there will be a time that Devon and his friend will meet an accident and that is what I saw a while ago. It sounds weird but it happened because I believe that some people have that gift. They have the ability to know and see danger and death. They can see

"Gentlemen, I don't know what has happened here today, but I suggest you get rid of this body and clean up the rest of the field. I am waiting for my compensation so I can leave, Council Members! It looks like a massacre has happened here." "Very well, um, what's your name again?" "My name is Jessblue, High Harbinger!" He looks at me and says, "Jessblue, I will have the guard bring your payment to you." Fifteen minutes later, I walk out of Bluestoria fields with my payment and the documents I had stolen from the tournament table stating I was a slave to the council members. Now, I begin my promise and journey to live life and not let anything break me down ever again. I will become stronger

Some so many people would be glad if he is dead here. Claus’s phone beeped again. This time it was a picture of a man. “That’s your target. He has what you are looking for” Claus t discreetly watched The Mute from a distance. He was a tall, enigmatic man with a striking presence. His icy blue eyes seemed to scan the room, and his stoic demeanor gave nothing away. “Dance with me,” Claus said to Mia. He was trying to buy himself time to study his target. Claus’s gaze fixated on her. Mia felt a rush of adrenaline. She remembers the night she met Claus.

It was a voice both hauntingly familiar and deeply unsettling, yet I couldn't place its origin. The doors of the church swung open, admitting a gust of wind and a figure cloaked in darkness. With a microphone clutched tightly in his hand, he strode forward accompanied by a troupe of menacing accomplices. Fear gripped my heart, for in that moment, I beheld the face of my sinister ex-lover. "I love you, and I will have you back. No one but me is worthy of your hand in marriage," his voice seethed with possessiveness, his words an ominous declaration.

“Either the Inceptex is useless, or you didn’t give Nico a big enough dose.” Silence for half a second. Then the voice responded, calm but defensive. “That’s impossible. We gave him an entire cylinder’s worth. He shouldn’t even remember the past year, let alone BludHeaven Academy.” Darius didn’t raise his voice. He simply sent the latest Fang post through the encrypted line. “Explain this.” There was a long pause as the other man opened the attachment. Darius could almost hear the man’s confusion through the line. The voice finally returned — stunned.