Muramasa Blades Novels & Stories

Her obsidian-rimmed eyes were fixed on Takashi Masamune, who stood perfectly still before the entrance to the inner sanctum, his long naginata held loosely in his right hand, his crimson eyes watching her movements with the clinical focus of an executioner. She didn't run; she shifted. The silver runic lines on her knuckles flared with a blinding, white radiation as she ceased to exist at the edge of the forest and appeared ten feet from the First Regent, her two silver blades already coming downward in a dual, vertical cross-strike that carried the integrated frequency of the three European Hearts. Takashi didn't try to parry the strike with his steel blade. He reached into his indigo sash

"I want Asura's head… Urma… you lot give me that… and you'll rid yourself of my annoying presence… Until then… you are stuck with me" Kuza then withdrew the knife with a command after he made this statement. Even though Kuza's knife had just cut someone, the blade was spotlessly clean. It was as if nothing had even come into contact with it. Urma watched as an invincible scabbard appeared and Kuza placed the blade back into it. All the while that the blade was being controlled to slit Urma's throat, then to sheathing it, Kuza never used his hands. He controlled everything with his mind while sitting about thirty feet away from Urma.

After I state my own claim Mortius nods. “Then we'll proceed,” he says. One of the attendants steps forward. He holds a blade in one of his hands. It isn’t ornate. It isn’t ceremonial in the way I expected. No jewels. No embellishment. Just steel. Old and worn from ages of use. “Blood binds,” Mortius intones, “where words may lie.” The blade is offered to Damon first and he takes it without hesitation. He slits his palm open. The cut is clean.

"Thought you could use proper equipment." He opened the case. Inside lay two curved blades made of meteor silver. "They're beautiful," Tamara breathed. "Beautiful and deadly. Magic is great, but what if it fails?" Derek picked up one blade. "These will work when nothing else does." They moved to a clear area. Derek showed her basic forms. How to hold the blades. How to move with them instead of against them. "You're a natural," he said after an hour. "Most people take weeks to get that fluid."

Claude confessed. “What is it?” Martha asked. “First, Jin only used One-hand when he wrapped it in a cloth and gave to me. How in the world can he lift this Tungsten Sword with only ‘one’ hand?” “Second, Tungsten and Iridium Swords are descendants of Akuma, isn’t it? No one makes Tungsten Swords, most specially Blacksmiths, it is a forbidden craft a long ago. A master craftsman taught and lectured to his students who makes swords that, if they want to make a sword, make it balance as possible, light swords but weak materials are useless, strong materials but heavy swords is pointless. Make something that will make you swift, but strong. Since then, all of the leaders in every Islands and Con

It felt like a blade,dangerous, yes, but mine to wield. But even as I stared at it, I felt the whisper stir again, softer than breath, slick as oil. Every blade cuts both ways, Amara.

Millions of Nightmares of all classes are gathered in front of a pitch black castle. Above the stairs are thirteen commanders, each wearing a white mask and carrying a Muerte Sword. Muerte Swords or Death Swords are the same as a Dark Crystal Sword that the Crimson Eyed Warriors use. The difference is that they do not dematerialize and they are capable of sucking the soul of their victim. These souls will add to the sword's strength and will pass the knowledge and skills of the victim's soul to its wielder. There are only 13 Muerte Swords in the Nightmare Empire and they are given to 13 compatible wielders.

I walk over to the lockers and open in revealing different types of blades. Drop-Point Blade, ,Gut Hook, Sheepsfoot Blade, Clip-point blade the list goes on. My lips curl into a satisfaction smirk as my fingers brushed over the sharp metal. My eyes stopped when the kukri blades caught my eye. The blade was customized black as it had a 90 degree curve, suitable to dig someone's guts out. I took some of the blades and walked over to the beginning level wall, where you practice your aim. I throw the blade and it pierces through the wooden wall as it hit the center. I closed my eyes and let out a breath as I replaced the wooden wall with him standing in the center. I threw the blade and it lande