Yuri Blue Exorcist Novels & Stories

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.

A strap tied his thick curls back, and he had secured an ancient-looking blade to his back. He was lethal. And as she watched his claws sink into the flesh of Alpha Kai's neck, she had never been more grateful. "She. Is. Mine." Evander snarled, his eyes shining yellow. A tarp now covered the shattered windows of the office, and someone had cleaned up most of the evidence of yesterday's saga. But as a fresh crack in the plaster appeared under Alpha Kai's body, a wave of guilt passed over Sapphira, and as Alpha Kai started to make a gurgling sound, her fingers found Evander's arm.

And she can call herself the niece of Kenji Kirisawa, the legendary Black Dragon who was extremely famous in the underground society of Japan. “You talk too much.” Yuri hissed dangerously, tightening her grip on her gun. “You are no God. And I am not the ‘Child of God’.” She tightened her grip so much that her gun looked dangerously close to crushing in her hand. “I’m the child of a murderer!” Her voice echoed throughout the room. Yuri straightened her posture before fixing her gun onto ‘God’. “I swear…even if I have to die here… I’m going to finish what my mother and uncle have both started! I swear that I will kill you here!”

words stated furiously. Ox, eyes widened. His knife was already thrown away far from him. He then stand up with that still smile on his face while wiping the small amount of blood on his lips. “A person who wears a mournful dress, and always in a dark blue cloak. Mystic butterfly that always follow him around. More so, the extremely intimidating aura that will make you hallucinate your own death — the Blue Devil. So, you are our honorable guest, Mr. Aoi Akuma of the Dark Moon." “If you know then, back off!” voice was so chilly deep and very threatening.

Fury surged within me, my dragon yearning to free these hybrid humans who carried dragon blood. Yuri’s hand brushed against mine accidentally. Instantly, my dragon quieted down, the rage switch seemingly turned off. I pondered what had just transpired – how had Yuri managed to pacify my dragon so effortlessly? I pushed the thought aside as we reached the inn. “I'm going to meet Emily and Elena. I need to lift this curse,” Yuri said, displaying the vial of blood and hair she had obtained from Markus, who appeared to be her biological father. Mac looked puzzled, prompting Yuri to share her story with him while I slipped out of the room, my attention drawn to a sudden surge of aura in the pack.

My fingers were almost completely sucked inside. Then Yuria mounted him and used her hand to insert his C*ck inside her. When she had him deep inside, she started a steady rotation of her hips. As she walked, the margins of her pale blue garment brushed my exposed stomach and thighs. With the skirts of the dress spread out around her, Yuria rode atop him, appearing like a soft, massive mushroom that had silently peeked its face up through the dead leaves on the ground and opened under the protecting wings of night. Her v*gina felt simultaneously warm and freezing.

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.

I stepped in behind Algae and Triscade as we took in the result of a true barbarian, an animal with no control, an artist whose art of killing was one truly terrifying. “What sort of monster did this?” Algae asked as we stared at Mama Yuri’s corpse, crucified to the wall with katanas, her face bashed into her skull. “Shit,” I inhaled sharply.

"What?" "What?"he repeated. "What?!" "What?" "What are you doing?" "What are you doing?"he stared at me with his deep blue eyes, almost drilling a hole in my soul. He looked excruciatingly handsome in his and turtle neck sweater. His pink lips were looking very soft, very kissable. I swallowed a lump that suddenly formed in my throat. For a brief moment, I imagined what it would be like to have his muscular hands on my body, to have his lips on mine.

The ground beneath Laila’s feet began to vibrate, and a pulse of deep, sapphire blue light erupted from the cracks in the concrete. The man in the tattered coat recoiled, his face twisting in genuine shock. The blue light didn't come from Laila. It came from Elias. The boy was standing at the entrance of the warehouse, his hands pressed against the floor. He wasn't glowing like Laila; he was humming. The blue energy wasn't a weapon; it was a frequency. It was the "song" he had mentioned earlier, the one that needed a chorus. The Soul Eaters shied away from the blue light, their forms becoming unstable. They didn't shriek; they simply dissolved back into the mist.