Muramasa Demon Blade Novels & Stories

It had baffled when he was just a mere mortal, but it floored him now as a demon. Her stubborn will to be both defiantly strong and soft in his hands had caused the sadistic side of Young to rear its head in Blood, pushing for an opportunity to turn her to clay. It never made any sense how she embodied love and light at all times, even when the harsh parts of herself were shown. The demon side of Young couldn’t help but want, damn near need, to crush that light out of her. In the same token, her display of blind trust in him was a gift he never wanted to take for granted so he was torn, now more than ever.

Sporadic sparks erupted between the sword blade and the sharp claws; the demon's skin was even tougher than steel, and ordinary sharp weapons were unable to injure the slightest bit of it. The man flipped his wrist, however, and seemed to pour some kind of marvelous and holy power into it, and the cold blade of the sword quickly flashed with a pale golden vein. The next thing he knew, the blade, which had been restrained by Crosier, easily sliced through his palm, slicing down horizontally, and finally slicing off half of the demon's small, slender arm. "... because he has a terrible temper," Shaykh added nonchalantly, apparently too late.

I tried to breathe but the bastard had its entire weight on my body, crushing my ribs and digging its claws into my arm. Snarling, I placed the palm of my hand on the ground. The runes on my arm burned red as the earth began to rumble. I turned to the demon and smiled as chains erupted from the ground. They shot through the monster's flesh, severing through its body fat and slicing off one of its breasts. I closed my eyes as a rain of flesh and vile blood rained down on me. I was going to need another fucking bath. I rolled onto my feet, my breath ragged as I scanned for the last monster. “Thrakos," I called as more chains curled out of my runes. "What the fuck are these–"

He pointed his long claws at her neck as she aimed the wood at his head. The two of them stood there, completely still, staring at each other with deadly intent. The staring competition ended when the yellow-eyed, black-haired figure slowly dropped his claw. Esteria sighed in relief; she had thought she would have to fight him. Although she was impressed by her swift reflexes, which she guessed were a result of the demon blood now flowing through her, she was still wary of fighting a demon. "Are you Lord El's new mistress?" he asked, his voice hoarse and deep but nowhere near as commanding as El-Kharis's own.

The blade began to glow—burning blood-red, as if it already sensed the coming blood. And then the ground trembled. As though something massive stirred beneath the soil. The treetops rustled—not from wind, but from weight. Mass. In the next heartbeat, the air tore open. Something burst from the shadows. A demon. Not like Kael. This one was twisted. Its body bare and unarmored, shoulders made of bone, limbs long and agile. Its skin was yellowish, covered in a wet membrane, its eyes glowing blindly—as though it didn't see, only sensed. Sharp, whip-like tongues lashed from its mouth, and as it leapt, Rea saw only a blur of crimson. But Kael was already moving.

" He could feel the throbbing of his cursed blade resonating in his hand. "We both know you're lying", a dark cackle followed. "You want power and I can give it! If you let me in!" "Not happening!" He barked. It is said that in every cursed blade, resides a demon. And those who wield such power, cursed users. Bill dropped on his knees gasping for air, "I can't move... anymore! Damnit!" The rest of the blade rage felt the urge to join but deep down they knew their involvement would only hinder their comrades. The overwhelming power from the ensuing fight hit them from the distance, enough to make them shiver with fear.

The soul blade caught her across the ribs instead. She screamed. The blade cuts through flesh and something deeper. Something essential. "Mother!" Damoew struggled to his feet. Arlene kicked Lyanna aside. The older woman hit the ground and didn't get up. Blood pooled beneath her. "Soul blades cut spirit as well as body," Arlene said conversationally. "She'll die slowly. Painfully. Unless someone with healing magic saves her in the next few minutes." "You—" Jasmina started. Arlene lunged again.

46 - Little Sister, Are You Lost? Everyone was cheering! The infamous Ghost Blade, a true disciple trained by one of the strongest cultivators from the Demonic Faction and a dreaded assassin in all four Territories, had been successfully eliminated by the Righteous Path. The Qing Imperial Family was applauded and glorified for the good news. The Purple Plumed General was admired for killing a key figure among the evil demonic cultivators. Sword Flash Ye Mo received praise from everyone for playing a big role in the fight against the Demonic Faction.

The steel blade was no longer humming with a blue electrical current; it was coated in a thick, oily black smoke that carried the unmistakable, suffocating clicking sound of the First Soul Eater. Laila brought her left blade up to block the strike, the sapphire fire of her steel meeting the black mist of the naginata with a horrific, screeching sound that sounded like a metal file scraping against her skull. The pressure was immense, the black smoke actively trying to crawl down her silver blade and infect her hand, but the runic lines on her knuckles flared with a bright white heat that burned the mist into a white ash before it could touch her skin. She pivoted on her heel, her right blade

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