Demon Slayer Blacksmith Mask Novels & Stories

Not that this is my first time but this people are different. It's the pack of the demon alpha. I wouldn't believe I would be here even in an hundred years to come. Some nice looking maids came to put the serving dishes on the table. Those dishes are quite expensive. Looking at the one they placed on the demon alpha's path, I'm so sure it's not steel but his dishware and goblet were shimmering like diamond. I wondered what they are made of.

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

I said. I examined my attacker. His ragged black hair came down the sides of his head like knives. His scowling brow lorded over his eyes and shrouded the skin around them in darkness—indeed, I could not see the edges of his eyes at all, only their blood red irises, burning with quiet rage. The lower half of his face was covered by a black leather mask, three metal spikes protruding out of it in a vertical line. The blades tied to his wrists were long enough to reach his ankles—it was one of these, no doubt, that had been at my throat. Their straps covered his wrists and palms, but left his fingers and thumbs free. His clothes were black rags. It occurred to me that Sven matched the descript

I take a step back, just as the door to the room opens, revealing a triumphant looking Atari. “That won’t be happening,” she muses, crossing her arms over her chest. I step back until my back is pressed against the wall, knowing I stand no chance against a Demon. “Atari…” “I’m afraid, little spirit, that you will not be helping Aspen today,” Atari says, smiling bitterly at her. She freezes, stunned. “Oh…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“ Atari clasps her hands together, looking at her. “My spell is almost completed. All I need is the blood from your veins, and it will be ready.”

Chapter three- His Mask Third-person POV She looks at the performer dumbfounded by the singer who has a hat on and a mask on his face, he smiles in her way and she can see it from the way his eyes were shining in her way. Seconds later, she holds her chest as she feels her heart beating faster and her chest tightening. So she walks towards the performers and stands at the tip of the platform, she doesn’t stop there but walks forward.

Long Chen didn’t stand idly by; he immediately used the Sword of Life and Death to block the bull-headed demon’s claw attack. “Impudent! Tiger Claw.” The demon said. The man’s claw attacks grew faster and faster, but in Long Chen’s own eyes, they still appeared slow. He grabbed the demon's claw with one hand, then swung his sword to shatter the other claw weapon. When the man saw Long Chen's mask, he suddenly realized something that made his face turn pale with fear. "You… You are the one who…" SLASH..

"But remember, the Demon werewolf is not to be trifled with. If you ever feel like you are in danger, you must come to me immediately." "Thank you," I said. "I won't forget your words of caution." The Lycan sorcerer nodded, his eyes fixed on me. "Remember, the Demon werewolf is a formidable opponent," he said. "But with the talisman, you stand a fighting chance." After thanking the Lycan sorcerer, my stepfather and I made our way back through the dense woods towards our home. The path was treacherous, and we had to navigate through thickets and fallen logs to make our way forward.

He was staring coldly at Chase. "The Black-Robed Demon!" The old man from the Larsens immediately recognized the masked man in black. The look on his face fell, and he became wary. The Black-Robed Demon was a vicious character. He was known best for assassinations. Every time he took on a target, he would give everything he had. The Black-Robed Demon would never give his target any chance of retaliating or evading, hence he was named the Black-Robed Demon. "Die, Chase Collins!"

His muscles were taut, and a look of determination graced his face. "An interesting choice," I muttered, scanning the other two fighters. Samael looked forward and downed his glass of wine. Shea filled it up immediately. The demon on the right had a shaved head, multiple knives bound to his body with rope, and was only dressed in pants. His chest was bare, adorned with tattoos. He was shorter than Samael's pick and seemed somewhat bewildered, like he was a little bit lost. The one on the left had short hair, wielded a single sword in his hand and was dressed in fully black clothes. He wore a mask over his nose and mouth and had black stripes near his eyes, which were focused on something beh

"Who are you?" Shadow asked as he coughed loudly. The footsteps got closer until they stopped in front of him. He looked up and saw the man wearing a mask and wearing all white clothing, slightly visible inside the room because of the light coming inside the door. Daimon grabbed his chin and scanned his face from left to right. "You look familiar…" he murmured before getting closer to Shadow's fucked up face. "You do too." Shadow spat out blood as he coldly stared at him, realizing who he was. The assassin who attacked Keisha who wore white clothes to stain himself with the blood of the people he killed was standing in front of Shadow now.