Muramasa Demon Blade Novels & Stories

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

He smiled at her, but it appeared to be a mocking smile from afar. Asking, 'Is that all you got?' Her grip becomes tighter. [BLADE LAW] On her other hand, a blade appeared. The blade on her right was burning red, but the new blade appeared to be burning with a bluish flame. She should just give it her all in a situation like this where she doesn't know what to do. {Blade Law (Epic Rank)- According to heaven's law, if the first sword misses, the second sword is a sure hit. Until the skill expires, the user gains Sword Aura.}

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

The surrogate mask is heavy, but it's the only armor I have left. My fingers graze the back of my neck—the thin, raised line of scar tissue across my throat, and just above it, tucked into the coil of my hair, the Phantom Blade. A titanium needle, no thicker than a wire, its tip ground to a point that could part skin before a man could register the cold. As long as it's there, I am not a victim. I am a weapon with the safety still on. "Ms. Moore? This way."

I was barely able to react, and I don’t know what that other one can do. The demon tears his coat, revealing a huge broadsword with a jagged blade. I take my classic stance, at the same time, casting a protective spell on my body. “By Fos, I’m going to ache after this.” The demon rushes at me again, sword in hand. As our swords clash, I immediately cast a reflection spell. Isa kenaz hagalaz” The force from the clash rebounds and the demon is stunned. As I dash forward, I run my hand across the blade and whisper “Thurisaz” The blade crackled to life with electricity, and I simultaneously slash the demon across the chest and release the lightning. He drops dead and I start walking towards the

A visible crimson aura emanated all over her body as the blade of the night start to gleam with the color of blood. She twirled the knife on her fingers and leapt towards Hellion in a flash. Hellion painstakingly tried to stand up but she could only muster a kneeling position as she tried to block off the fatal blow. Kshhing! The dagger blade broke and flew into the ground. Hellion widened her eyes as the crimson aura eventually clashed into her body as a thin layer of cuts sliced into her flesh. The demon then suddenly appeared at her back which made Hellion widened her eyes even more.

Arya Santanu did not expect the changes in nature to be so rapid when Hirayaksa used his full power. The blue flame sword that pierced Hirayaksa's chest was instantly cut off. The flow of energy that enveloped the demon was so dense that it was able to break the flow of the blue flame sword. Arya Santanu chose to stay away and become a spectator. "So, this is the power of a real hell demon?" Arya Santanu was not surprised, but she was more wary. "Hirayaksa is very annoying. Be careful, that demon will use devious means to kill you." The unconscious Asura began to watch his brother's movements.

A glint of a blade to his throat. I don’t hear her whispered words, but I watch her jerk the weapon across his jugular. He flops to the ground before burning up going back to Hell. She turns around but not without a scratch. Her shoulder sags a little, but she ignores it as she cleans the blade with the inside of her shirt and sticks it back up her sleeve. I recognize the blade instantly, even from all the way over here. Where did she get a demon blade from? There’s no doubt that I have the right girl.

The demon was dead, and so was Hespera, but no one else should die. ‘Your blood is the ultimate cure for all supernatural-inflicted wounds.’ Hespera's words swirled on repeat inside my mind. I was praying with everything I had for those words to be true. The Moon Blade was without a doubt a supernatural weapon, and the belief that I would be able to save Tyrion was the only thing that gave me the courage to kill the demon.