Ghost Blade Manhwa Novels & Stories

This time, I felt its ribs shift and shatter. As its center of gravity faltered, I spun in a low arc, slicing my crescent hellblade through the air. The blade cut through the ghoul’s skin, burning it open. Black blood splattered across the stone floor, pooling around my feet. My blade glowed softly in the dim light of the cave, casting eerie red shadows that danced on the walls. I glanced over to see Kenan and Kayhan working in sync. They had two ghouls backed into a corner, landing fatal blows to their weakest points with clinical precision. Together, we were cutting through them like fire through dry paper.

Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red blood clinging to his eye socket. He must have been one of Marco's hired guns in life. There was no way he was among the living now. "Careful, little kitty. Nosing around can get you killed," the spirit said with a ghastly smile, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. A ghost. "Another one of Marco's guard dogs?" I asked coldly. "I'm the master of this pier," the spirit said, closing in. "But I took the boss's offering, so I have to clean up any bugs that crawl in."

One left. She turned, her chest heaving, her knuckles bleeding beneath the crumbling stone armor. The third monster had stopped at the edge of the mud trap. It looked at its dead companions, then looked at the human woman standing amidst the gore. It didn't charge. The chaotic purple light in its eyes began to pulse with a blinding, erratic intensity. The veins on its grey scalp bulged, glowing with toxic, unstable mana. This was no mere brawler. This was a Mana-Ghoul—a creature whose internal magic was so volatile and broken that it was essentially a living bomb.

He crashed into an interconnected courtyard, causing it to collapse. Sensing that things were taking a turn for the worse, Eight Scarcities Ghost swiftly recited a spell. Instantly, a sinister whistling sound echoed throughout the air as eight shadows started plaguing Xiao Chen's back. Xiao Chen, sensing something attacking him with his Divine Sense, whipped around and pushed his palms forward in unison. Two dragon figures emerged from his palms and shattered the shadows with ease.

He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.” “Ai.” JD-hyung muttered as he nodded and shook his hand. Then finally, he turned to Sean-hyung with a smile I can’t explain. Sean-hyung spoke. “Mist of Dark Knight, 18. Number one in handling arnis, chako and sword. The intelligence officer who has contacts anywhere you go. Sean Madrigal but call me Sean. Stargazer and Polaris’s cook.” He stopped and smiled. But instead of shaking his hand, JD-hyung pulled Sean-h

The hood over his face pooled in his eye sockets and nasal cavity. The phantom advanced in broken movements. He held out bone fingers as if scraping the air. I screamed for the life of me. “Get that thing away from me now!” “Silence, Shannon,” Samael demanded. “Where are your manners?” The phantom tilted its head. I could swear it snickered with a voice like dry desert wind. “They jumped ship when you summoned a skeleton.” “I SEE YOU HAVE DISCOVERED ANOTHER ACCESSORY, SAMAEL.” Dumah hissed, drawing out Corpseboy's name. His voice was like scraping knives

The strongest of his attacks then came down. Kayson barely avoided it and suddenly asked, “Do you know Ground-Scrincan?” “I’ve heard of it. It’s an elusive technique of the Shamanian Society,” Ghoul Sword answered with a frown. Kayson suddenly let go of Celeste’s hand and dashed forward, shocking Ghoul Sword, who went flying at the collision before he could attack. “Ugh!” Ghoul Sword’s nose was broken alongside a few of his ribs, and he began to cough blood.

An ice-and-snow glass shines on the body of the three-armed True Ghost, freezing him directly. Blue fire appeared from the void, one punch tore the spear frame, hit the three-handed True Ghost on the body, and pierced the other three-handed True Ghost's body directly, extremely terrifying power a little outburst, killing the three True Ghosts directly. A tower of True Ghost directly appeared, countless chain seals stabbed into the void, separating the three-armed True Ghost True Ghost spirit directly and suppressing it. Countless spider webs fell from the sky, biting a True Ghost in the body.

“Yes,” Jimin nodded, his eyes fixed on Ghost. “If you know what’s good for you, do not cross my path in the Black Wolf Pack. You won’t live to tell anyone the story.” “The same applies to you,” Ghost smiled and brought out a knife from his pocket. He slashed across his flesh with force and he twisted his hand as the black blood dropped on the floor of the cave. Calisté snapped her fingers and a bowl appeared under his arm. Within a minute, the bowl was already half full with his blood and she took it again from underneath his arm.

Johnny walks to her"Come, I'll escort you to your aunts,you can't go alone" She nods "thank you" they both leave and we tell them our goodbyes While I'm still paralyzed _________Goblin POV______ "His dead, that bastard is dead" I am staring at his body right now "sucked dry by a vampire, well well, could this be a plot twist" I scan the room, there was a fight here, I use my powers to use smoke to see past event that occurred "Pathetic,killed by his own daughter, now that's messed up and he was so close to getting her"