Shiro Blue Exorcist Novels & Stories

All feelings of lover or joy melting as the reality formed over the dream. “I’ll fucking kill you for this!!” Jacob screamed as he snarled. The touch of his hands became a vice. The soft timber of his voice became an unnatural roar. The eyes blead from black and turned into a fresh golden light. The eyes of a Shifter. Fangs shot out at Brandon as the handsome man lunged for his throat and spilled his blood across the floor.

A wicked grin crept across his face as he lunged forward, effortlessly hoisting the weight above his head. With an immense surge of power, he hurled the weighted object across the room, sending it crashing into a stack of empty boxes. A booming laugh of exhilaration echoed through the lab, filling the space with an unsettling energy. However, his elation was short-lived. The effects of the blue liquid began to dissipate, and Augustine's eyes gradually returned to their normal color. A frown etched its way onto his face W the effects of the blue liquid begin to fade, and Augustine's eyes return to their normal color. ' No... The strength ebbs away too quickly... Her blood is too weak... If I'

I said, pecking her on the lips. The cashier looked away and I chuckled grabbing Tori's hand. We got out of the drug store only to bump into three armed men. I recognized the tattoos on their forearms. Scorpion's eye organization. "If you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be" I said, moving forward but was stopped by one of the men. "Wait. We know you. You're The Grim" the taller one said. I narrowed my eyes. "Uh- not today, big guy. Not today" I said, driving my elbow into his face.

right next to me. “What the fuck?!” Despite my words, I immediately drive the heel of my shoe into Liam's eye, channeling all my anger into my attack. I kick away quickly as his claws shoot toward me. The man is in front of Liam in an instant, a silver sword gleaming in his hand. “Pure wolf or not, this will do the trick.” A sword? Since when did he start using a sword? And… Why does his voice sound different? “Bastard. Don’t—” Liam’s words are cut off as the man drives the sword through his heart. The color drains from his eyes as he crumples, lifeless, his body reverting back to his human form.

Jephta muttered, and Kieran nodded. “Let's go on with the ritual,” Blue muttered, holding up a book. She told me everything I'd say, and what I'd do to pull her out of it, and I could only hope it'd work. “Don't go too deep. If she can't be pulled, it's definitely a deity at work, and she will have to fight out of it herself.” Blue muttered, laying me beside Nyx on the bed. She chanted some things on a rope, and she tied my hand to Nyx's. Almost immediately, I was plunged into a deep sleep.

His intense blue eyes lifted to meet hers, and for a moment, the outside world seemed to vanish. Asher Kingsley was a striking figure. Standing at 6'4" with a chiseled jawline and a sculpted physique, he exuded an almost otherworldly allure. His impeccably tailored dark suit accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame. His intense blue eyes, framed by dark, thick lashes, seemed to pierce through the room, and his tousled dark hair added a touch of rugged charm to his otherwise polished appearance. Despite his godlike handsomeness, his stern expression conveyed a seriousness that left no room for frivolity.

“But you have a pack that will ride and die for you.” “Just in case you've not realized, the reason I'm not yet dead is because of the fear you've successfully instilled in several of these people.” I said, swallowing hard. She left my embrace and went to get two cups of wine. She sat on my legs again and handed over a cup of wine to me. “This is cheers to enjoying all the time we have left, which is hopefully several years.” Blue said, and we emptied our cups. “I have to go to the company tomorrow to address the pills, and then hand them over to our test subjects.” Blue said with a sigh.

WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde Eye color: Blue Height: 163 cm Body type: Slender OFFENSE: Stealing West Colony’s property REWARD: Ten cartons of goods. Protection and be a citizen of West Colony. CONTACT US IMMEDIATELY “Fuck!” Dread bolted through me. “Have you seen that woman?” I stiffened and my hand tightened the hold on the poster. “Excuse me?” I eyed the man beside me. He had thick dark blond hair. Shorter than me in a few inches, but had a few pounds and had deep brown eyes, and there was something in those orbs that gave me unsettling chills. He was wearing a clean shirt for someone who came to trade.

I let out a piercing shriek, covering my ears. "Putangina..." Dominic gasped, his breathing turning incredibly shallow and ragged. When I frantically looked down at him, my heart stopped... dark, thick blood was rapidly soaking through the fabric of his pant leg. Shaking with pure terror, I grabbed his shoulders, but he immediately reached up, cupping my cheeks with his trembling hands to force me to look at him. "Raegan, my love, listen to me very carefully..." he whispered urgently.

She reached out to the one closest to her, its ornate silver frame cold to the touch, a deep whisper echoed strangely around her. "What is this?" "It's a portal. That one would take you to a witch with some serious anger management issues." Sapphira pulled her hand back with a yelp. He chuckled and stepped towards her. Their eyes met. Lust shot from her core to her heart so quickly it made her gasp, but she shook her head.