Demon Slayer Blacksmith Mask Novels & Stories

It proved to the citizens of Chadel that no one was safe, and Old Jamie would find you, steal your hard earned progress, and then kill you. "You gotta be kidding. Jamie was the demon," asked Hill. "Then why are we here," said Jack getting impatient. "We're grave robbing," said Brett. "If you are looking for the mask—" "No, no, I ain't looking for the mask. I'm pretty sure the prince got that trophy." The mask was something James made. He had met Ravod Redmail, the master blacksmith. He was a dwarf that had crafted a legendary sword called Raiden's Bane. A blade that had the attribute to summon lightning with each attack. It was now passed on from Emperor to Emperor.

She looked up at him, fluttering her thick, inky lashes. “My Lord,” she moaned in seductive exaggeration. The sight of her face displeased him. It was the wrong face. Not her face. With a flick of his hand, tight black smoke wrapped itself around her face, covering everything he didn’t want to see. The magic muffled her features into a blank, shifting mask, erasing the curve of her mouth, the shape of her eyes—making her no one, nothing, a vessel instead of a person. The demoness stumbled but held her composure; anything less would earn her a swift death.

I stood up and clenched my fist. “Exoneratio!” I exclaimed then red runes appeared and danced around my body. My heart was throbbing so fast. I gasped for an air, catching for my breath. Black smoke came out from my body and it was slowly forming into a figure of a demon with twinkling red eyes. He’s showing up his true demon form. He has many horns surrounding his head, forming like a crown. He has a long right hand with long sharp claws made of steel. All fingers in his left hand are wearing gold rings shining brightly. “D*mn it! What are they planning to do?” I heard Vela cursed. Goddess Lumia is trying to hold her back. She is just buying us time.

Darryl furrowed his brows, picked up the box, and opened it. There was a mask as thin as paper and a black pendant in the box. The pendant was utterly black. It looked like it was made of jade, and it had the Wild Fury's face carved into it. It also had a strange force of energy in it. What were the uses of those two items? Darryl furrowed his brows in confusion. When the beast saw his expression, the Wild Fury chuckled and said, "Master, I won that mask from a fight with a Heavenly Immortal 10,000 years ago."

He wore a long black robe of a grand demon smith that trailed along the floor, his snow-white hair cascading over it. Behind him followed a woman with violet hair. The Aesir were already known for their pale complexion, but hers was so pale it was almost translucent. Coupled with her violet pupils and an exquisitely beautiful yet detached expression, she seemed less like a living person and more like a goddess statue carved from amethyst and white crystal. From the hushed whispers around me, I learned that this woman was Yul, a young demon smith whom Magni greatly valued. Yul wore a long demon smith’s dress that reached her ankles, slit high up to the thigh. As she walked, the hem swayed lig

Carmen laughed as Camila pushed her away. "Is Seth gone yet?" The kitchen door opened to reveal another maid. This one was beautiful, very beautiful she could be a model. She had long blonde hair and bright grey eyes. She was tall and wore a short and baggy shirt that spelled "Demon Slayer" with an animated character on it with a sword.

The Hunter. His body was wrapped in black armor laced with silver threads that shimmered under moonlight. At his back hung two swords forged from obsidian and celestial steel—known as twin fang breakers. His face was hidden behind a mask that bore the crest of the Moon’s Eye: a sign of ancient judgment. He stopped at the crest of a ridge and stared down at the glowing borders of the Obsidian pack below. “The Moonbreaker rises,” he murmured. From the shadows, a figure stepped forward—hooded, feminine, voice low.

The dark smoke figure said as Demonica tries so hard to look up. “I- I no longer want this- this body and my soul- is useless at my condition. I agree.” Demonica said and the black figure laughs and the dark mist swirls around the figure and when it disappears, there stood a woman wearing a black gown and a crown surrounded with black light. “The black goddess!” Vlash utters making me look at his face. I look back to the scene the see that black goddess kneels and pulls Demonica by her neck. Demonica raise in the air as the black goddess blows a black smoke into her face.

The amulet emitted an intense light that dazzled our eyes. In a blink of an eye, a female figure emerged from the light of the amulet, wearing a smooth and sophisticated plain black satin overbust corset ... The woman's skin is as white as bond paper and it has tattoos on the right side of its face, both arms and also on its large breast. She has three small horns on its forehead and she has a large tail that looks like a lizard's tail. A Gothic female demon! She is beautiful but not as beautiful as the goddesses Anna and Devora.

Victoria's eyes widened as another massive demon who she could only guess was Bane entered. Like Sebastian his eyes were gold in color, but darker and with deep laugh lines. Although by his stern face she wondered if the man had ever laughed in his life. A white dress shirt stretched over his broad shoulders and muscular build. She could tell it was expensive and finely tailored, despite that he had a broad sword strapped to his back. A small witch with light pink hair trailed sulkily behind him. She gave a wide eyed look at Sebastian but didn't otherwise react to his demonic form.