Muramasa Blade Marvel Novels & Stories

Nobody could tell, since Marley's frame was hidden by mine. “Let go.” They growled. “We’ll most likely never see each other again, Sugar.” With my other hand, I grabbed a small silver blade from my pocket. It was as big as a letter opener. Used to inflict delicate wounds. “Just stop right there for a second.” Marley stopped moving, turning their head to see what I wanted, and I used the blade to slice a small line across their ass cheek. “Now everyone will see that ass is mine.” “What the hell, Maverick! You are crazy!” They growled. It would scar into a thin silver line. Barely visible, but I’d know it was there.

I read this one in under a second. Not rage. Not cold. Something that had gone far past both of those into the particular territory of a man whose entire cognitive architecture — every precision, every calculation, every political intelligence, every mastered discipline of a lifetime — had just encountered something that none of it was capable of processing. He drew his sword. The White Heaven Heavenly Blade — Moon Severance, the sect's supreme weapon, the blade that had ended more martial careers than any other instrument of the murim world's last century. It came free of its sheath with a sound like a breath.

Eyes that reflected light like an animal’s. I drove my blade up through its jaw and into its brain. The creature convulsed once and dropped. That was one down. The others reacted immediately. Their coordination returned, all five moving as one unit. Two went after Amon. Three came at me. I pulled my blade free and dodged left as the first Masquerader lunged. Its hands had changed, fingers elongating into claws that scraped against the stone where I’d been standing. The second one was faster. It got inside my guard, claws raking across my ribs. Pain bloomed hot and sharp. I kicked it backward and swung my blade in a wide arc, catching it across the throat.

As I moved after her, I watched Moira grab Valda and went to throw her out of her way like she was nothing. Valda was able to bring up a dagger and stab her with a blade made of twisted silver wrapped around wood. It could kill or wound any vampire or werewolf if it hits the right mark. It was a deadly weapon in the hands of an assassin. With the blade sticking out of the top of Moira's chest she screamed in agony before throwing Valda to the side. Valda hit her head against the stone wall before falling to the ground while groaning. Moira slowed down before looking at the blade to pull it out of herself. At the sight of where the blade was, her delicate white flash was turning to an ash-gra

Savage figured it’d be a long time before she spoke to him again. If at all. He drew a steadying breath. Scooting backward until his back rested against a tree trunk. Knees drawn to his chest as he eyed the onyx blade he twirled between his fingers. A Cimmerii blade. Savage had found it tucked in the cimmerii woman’s skirts. Already unsheathed as she rested inches from Dimurah’s back. That left a bitter taste in his mouth.

"You rejected the System? Fine. Then die like a savage." He reached behind him. From the air itself, he pulled out a handle. A blade of pure, oscillating energy ignited—the "Tyrant’s Blade," a weapon that cut through molecular bonds. "Gravity," Valerius commanded. "Maximum." The dial didn't just go to 12. It went to 20. The floor beneath Jack disintegrated.