Samael Blue Exorcist Novels & Stories

A sinister smile lingered on Samael’s face, and he used his tongue to lick off the blood on the bayonet while gazing at Tyr with a fierce look. “We haven’t finished our previous battle at Moher Cliff. How about we have a rematch today?” “Sure!” Tyr did not refuse and drew out the Ormr Dagger that he carried with him right away. At the same time, somewhere a kilometer away from this street. Two men in white robes sat before an altar. They were holding something like an exorcism bell in their hands and chanting some kind of spell. They looked like they were having some sort of religious ceremony. There was even a mixture of black and red auras wildly leaping around the altar.

He snatched up the orb, shoving it into the folds of his robe. Jakkon sputtered with laughter. Bubbles rose in the stew of his pulp. “You have no idea what you're playing. I'm just a fish in the sea.” His body ceased healing. My gut rolled at the worms swimming in his pale flesh. “Go on, Samael,” he purred. “Exorcise me to Gehenna. Cast me into Dudael. Betrayal is my captain's name.” Samael gazed down at him, pitiless. “And wretched the name of my men.”

“You agreed to meet with me today, Sam. Please don’t act like you cannot see or smell me standing right in front of you. What took you so long to answer the door?” Samael rolled his eyes, chuckling underneath his breath as he finally met my gaze. His eyes were a very light baby blue color. Sometimes if he was feeling exceptionally moody, these orange streaks appeared in his irises. When that happened, his eyes resembled bright blue propane flames. Ignoring my question, he stepped back enough to pull the door open the rest of the way so that I could step inside.

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”

Cullen came with us. The exorcisms were harrowing. They called me a spirit host—a vessel for beings that did not belong in the realm of the living to inhabit. The rituals were painful, invasive, and left me hollowed out, but they brought clarity. For the first time, I learned what I was: not entirely human, not entirely other, but something in between.

Killian’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his body quivers violently, an ear-splitting scream fills the room, and then he passes out, and all that can be heard is Xavier’s whimpers. I watch Samael closely, the dark aura is still swirling around him, and his eyes gleam with excitement. He enjoys this. He likes inflicting pain and hearing them scream. And I like watching him do it. I trail the tips of my fingers up the back of his neck and he shivers under my touch. He looks down at Killian and tuts, “it took dozens of these syringes to take me down and he can’t even handle one.” I feel my lips curling into a smirk, ‘that’s because you’re the king, Samael. You’re stronger than all of them.”

, his voice was smooth like silk, caressing her in places that only a lover would. "Good evening Samael", she replied, her appetite fleeing with his appearance. His eyes watched her with an intensity that made her squirm in her seat and her heart rate increase. As if aware of her discomfort, his lips curved upwards in a smile that was both predatory and inviting. Although his eyes were the same blue as Ender, the spark within was entirely different and while his brother was classically beautiful for a man with his silver hair and finely chiseled, almost feminine features, Samael was devastatingly attractive in a dark and dangerous way and emanated raw sex appeal and masculinity.

Saying those words to a churchman eased the pressure in my chest. — Thank you, Father. But since I was eighteen I’ve taken care of myself. You can go in peace. I turn to leave, but his voice holds me. — Whatever you think you feel for them isn’t real. The voices…the profane blood in your body…it’s all hypnotic. They’re monsters. Faster than any defense, Samiel’s hands grab the priest’s collar and fling his body backward like a ragdoll. His back slams into the wall with such force the office desk vibrates from the impact.

I'm so excited that I'm getting hard just thinking about the scene that will occur in a few minutes. Jessblue is a goddess all on her own with the body all female Bampires wish they had! She is beautiful in all ways imaginable. She is not your ordinary everyday Bampire that roams around Bluestoria. She is like no other female that I’ve seen. She has big voluptuous breasts with a thickness of beautiful curves you can only imagine.

Some of those blisters even burst on the spot, oozing yellow fluid in a truly horrifying sight. "Hold him down and don't let go! The evil spirit is struggling!" The exorcist shouted, mumbling incantations under his breath as he pointed his scepter at us. Mindy threw her entire weight upon Sam's legs, screaming fanatically, "Hold on, it's going to be over soon! The exorcist said that the evil spirit is afraid of fire!" I kept both hands firmly pressed against Sam's shoulders. As I watched his face contort in unbearable agony, I felt completely unperturbed.