Demon Slayer Blacksmith Mask Novels & Stories

"Sir, congratulations to you for having this Spiritual Demonic Artifact." Chu Xun nodded slightly. "My honored guest, please pay two thousand pieces of Fire Spinel, and this Spiritual Demonic Artifact will be yours." Nick laughed. Chu Xun paid two thousand pieces of Fire Spinel and got the Spiritual Demonic Artifact. "Here's the second auction item," Nick said with a smile on his face. It was an ordinary-looking mask as thin as cicada wings. However, everyone knew that the Jacob Auction House would never let its customers down. This mask must have some special features or functions.

he said, fangs visible from his mouth. "Who....who..." "I'm your guardian angel" he smirked again. Arianna eyes opened in realization. Guardian angel? more like guardian Demon! "I won't hurt you. You summoned me" he said, Arianna gasped, No....she had summoned an angelic creature not this......dark being. Her eyes swept across his features, his skin was an ashen gray and he was shirtless, a mark of a claw on his right chest, long flowing hair that had been tied loosely behind him. He was smirking evilly at her, she felt her legs weaken. She was about to say something when Meena walked in.

The bodies on the left and right started to attack the masked man. The masked man's lips curled up, revealing a disdainful smile. The machete in his hand glinted coldly as it slashed at the Divine warrior's throat. As weapons clashed, the purple sword in the Divine warrior's sword was sent flying. A second later, the left Divine warrior's neck was slashed. The Divine warrior on the left suddenly turned into spots of purple light, but the masked man did not give the Divine warrior a chance to gather up the light at all. He made a 180-degree turn in the air.

I barely caught a flash of a concealed doorway to a servant’s passage, discreetly tucked away in this little indent in the stone, before the scent of moonsbell swamped me. Long hands pressed to the wall to either side of my head; iron arms draped in crimson caged me. A heated body of steel-honed muscle pressed hard against me, physical force slamming me back against the stonework and holding me there with the scintillating pressure of sheer, brutal masculinity. Eyes as blue as a leviathan’s scales caught me, held me, burned into me, framed in savage lines by a black devil’s mask that only highlighted the scar bisecting one eye. Slate smiled

Slowly she calmed down and nodded at me to continue. “Alright. 19, this year was tricky as you were very busy with work. But I think you will approve, as this is also the year, I heard your nickname. ‘Demon.’” I chuckled as I pulled a pair of thick gloves out for her and me before I pulled the flat case from behind the couch and handed it to her. “Be careful now.” I smirked as she opened it and sniffed the contents. Inside were all kinds of silver knives and other instruments. But these... these were coated with...

I needed to deal with my current opponent, who turned out to be a pretty good swordsman. For about three minutes, we were fencing with such ferocity that Henry would have been proud of me. That was all he could manage, however. But when my sword found a weak spot in his defense, and the man collapsed onto the ground, the look on the last templar’s face burned me like a scourge. “Got you, you wretch!” He was holding a shining disk, and as Ak-kvir noticed it, he started howling, desolate. It was a demon-catcher. This cute trinket was able to unmake them, simple as that.

All staring at the legendary mercenaries who'd arrived at their gates. I felt their eyes on me. Assessing. Judging. Wondering. The crowd parted. Not willingly. Fear did it for them. They pressed back against buildings, against walls, clearing a path through the courtyard like I carried plague. Good. My mask covered the upper half of my face—silver and leather, crafted to intimidate. My armor was black, fitted, showing the lean muscle I'd built through years of brutal training. Twin blades crossed my back. Smaller weapons hidden everywhere.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

"Shaykh, fight me." The owner of the words carried a huge black scythe and jumped from the half-collapsed roof, smashing a hole in the ground and stirring up a cloud of dust. Evelyn crouched on the steps, carefully dodging the falling debris and gray gravel. She waited a moment before cautiously raising her head and looking over toward the uninvited guest-- It was a tall, handsome and dangerous demon. He had short black hair and black eyes, a pair of dragon-like horns, a stoic countenance, a focused gaze, and a handsome face that was chilling without any unnecessary expression.

~Mel~ His eyes might have been warm, but I’d learned that monsters wore different masks. Luther could be just as dangerous as Carmine, regardless of how soft his gaze appeared. If he was even remotely associated with Carmine, it didn’t matter how much kindness he tried to project; he was a wildcard. And in my world, wildcards couldn’t be trusted. I didn’t respond to him. My body was rigid, every muscle tensed in silent defiance as I stared at him. His shoulders relaxed a little, as if he’d resigned himself to the fact that I wasn’t going to answer.