Samael Blue Exorcist Novels & Stories

Just as Aphelion started lowering his head towards mine, another hand pulled me away from his; while Aphelion's skin was hot and felt like the sun was kissing it, this man's touch brought a chill to my skin. I looked toward the face of the man who was grabbing me, and my heart skipped a beat. It was him, the one who had blue flames covering his entire body. "You were covered in flames when we first met, but your touch sends shivers through my body," I said, taking him by surprise. He pulled me into his arms, lifting my chin before covering my lips with his. "I can still make your insides burn with want for me." He said once he pulled back, grinning at me, a dimple appearing on his cheek, "By

“You know very well that our human bodies are fragile and vulnerable to death. I hope you also know that you can’t escape me. We have the same destination, Son.” Samael plunged to Lucas, without any hesitations he thrust the dagger into his chest, twisting it as the blood flowed out and stained the hilt. Lucas gasped for air, slowly his chest became heavy and the rest of his body became numb. “I’m so sorry, Son,” Samael whispered. Lucas’ body fell to the ground, kneeling. Samael placed his hand on top of his head and started to chant his ritual to cast away all the goodness in Lucas, condemning him back to hell.

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."

He thrashed around for a while and growled at me, but eventually, his eyes met mine, and he began to calm himself down. “Kelly?” Paul managed to croak out his mate's name, and my body relaxed a little, knowing he was awake and alive. Tristan slumped even more, and after a while, his legs loosened, and he ended up kneeling on the floor. We were secluded, covered by my wings, and our eyes didn’t leave one another. The black color began to retreat, and soon enough, his eyes were their beautiful deep blue again. “Welcome back, babe.” Samael Wulf

He takes his shirt off, rather aggressively, and his wings rip through his skin without warning. “Jesus fucking Christ!” Inez cries out, hiding behind me. “It’s alright,” I tell her, coaxing her out, “they’re just wings.” She examines Samael’s dark, blood-splattered wings, “Wow… can you do that?” she asks, looking up at me. “No, but what I can do is way cooler,” I give her a wink and a slight nudge towards Samael. He looks at me worriedly, “I’ll be right back.” He doesn’t give Inez a chance to prepare herself, he scoops her up in his arms.

Too bad she was also having difficulties protecting herself from the ex waiting for her in haunting dreams. Young Samuel Blood. A fuckboy of a man, who gave her the run around, dragging her heart behind him as bait. A man of few words and exploding passion, who was a selfish bastard unless he was pleasuring a woman. The one man that had opened her to the depths her pleasure could take her if a partner took their time to truly learn what she liked, what she needed. As much as she had been yearning to see his face pop up, she really could only call it a haunting since he’d died just over a year prior.

I don’t know how I commanded the hellfire. I don’t know who the blue-eyed man is or what he wants from me. “Which you were also made aware of.” Tabatha strides forward and moves to the first step leading to the altar. “There was an influx of energy, which happens from time to time as we all know. With us coming off a Solstice, the energy was raw and powerful, and we know how that beacons other worldly creatures. The Ley line has been taken care of and the details don’t matter. What matters is my son. We need to perform an exorcism. Now.”

answered, a cold smile creeping over his lips. "But if I do, I'll die for something." He pushed forward, his own aura meeting hers not as a reflection, but as a draining, chocking power. The pain was immediate, and burning. It felt as if his mind was being ripped apart, his very being consumed by a vortex of raw, psychic energy.There was pandemonium for a moment. The center lights flashed, alarms shrieked, and the building groaned and creaked in its foundations. And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. The brilliant light that surrounded Sama vanished, and a new, harsh, and immensely potent light took its place. It was no longer a frenzied scream; it was a firm, booming buzz.Elias

he stated, watching the reaction of his exorcist priest. “I’m not so sure about that Your Grace, ” Marcus replied with a tone that meant he was serious. “Demons are unexpected, sly creatures. Anything can happen.” “Then you should go and research all about this particular demon with blue and violet flames before you start your exorcism rite, Marcus. You know, just to be cautious.” Marcus nodded and said after producing a faint confident grin, “I will Your Grace.”

⋅• ♱ •⋅ "To my dear and idolized lord, your imperial majesty Thanks to your request, I am pleased to answer you through this simple letter, majesty, the sun of the empire, but I fear that I cannot answer your request to go to the third territory since I was informed of the new protections that prevent the entry of angels and soon of fallen; as your majesty is aware, I have in my personal guard several fallen of great power and also those who have gone through... well, adverse situations." ⋅• ♱ •⋅ He always said that, and I sighed knowing that that was a sweet way to refer to his experiments. Samael was hated in the heavens and also outside of him, but the reason was pretty much the same: he