Muramasa Demon Blade Novels & Stories

Uriel said in his thoughts as he immediately flew to his chamber. He opens the book of light and darkness and flips over to a page where he sees a picture of a blade and he begins to read. “When a demon's blood mixes with an angel's blood it can create what they call the blade of Angels. With this blade the person wielding it can kill off any light supernaturals with just a single slash. None has been able to create such a blade but if the blade falls into the wrong hands it can be very dangerous for all light supernaturals.”

She gasped out in pain and soon I lost awareness of what I was doing. Camille's loud screams brought me back to reality and then I let go of her wrist which was pale white. She crawled away from me, gripping her wounded wrist. "What the hell, Blade!!!" "I'm sorry." I said, confused. "So what am I, Camille?" She rose up and washed her wrist under the tap and then injected herself with sowmthign before returning to the mat. "Am I a Vampire?" I asked, terrified. She laughed. "No, Blade. You're a wolf but not an ordinary one."

The wound was too deep and it’s giving me an excruciating pain. I even heard Mammon’s wailing ringing in my head. What kind of knife was that? It feels like my innards are convulsively burning. “Aunt Demia was correct. Demons are allergic to irons. Do you know where this iron knife came from? It came from your parents and they imbued a strong divine magic in it as they passed it down to my mother. It was their token of appreciation to mother for the long years of friendship they had with her. They gave it to her when they were still on their teenage years,” Deborah revealed to me, laughing crazily. “Then, Mother gave it to me the night before we part ways, going to different realms as a prot

Pain flared white-hot as blood spilled down my palms, slick and warm, but I didn’t let go. I forced the blades inward and drove them against her chest. My twin’s smile faltered. Cracks spidered across her face like shattered porcelain. Her eyes turned black, hollow, and then her form splintered, crumbling into dust that scattered into the air. In the same breath, I wrenched the blade free, spun, and lunged. I drove it straight through Pelin’s twin. The illusion screamed once before collapsing into nothing. I caught Pelin falling hard in to my arms as her demon mark flared Inside her chest.

"Your mom made me take this. Said you'd need it." I accepted the blade, feeling its weight. It was heavier than I expected, and covered in symbols that seemed to shift and move in the corner of my vision. "What's it for?" "Killing demons," Skye said simply. "Or at least hurting them enough to make them rethink their choices." Despite everything, I almost smiled. Almost. We approached the gym entrance together, and with each step, I could feel the magic inside me responding. Growing stronger. More insistent. Like it recognized we were walking toward danger and wanted to protect me.

Gorged on the divine essence of thousands, Duanyuan let out a hum that shattered the clouds. Its ordinary blade completely transformed, reverting to the terrifying, ink-black Blade of Ten Thousand Demons it once was, wreathed in chaotic fire. Jun Che shuddered. "No," he said in disbelief. "That is no imitation." "That is the real... Duanyuan!" He looked at me with renewed suspicion, demanding once more, "Who are you?!" "How can this ultimate demonic weapon, which only obeys its master, be so subservient to you?!"

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

As Ruben eased the young demon maiden’s unconscious form down onto the chair behind him, he stood up and could feel the power rushing through his body. Demon blood may be bitter but it was powerful…he wondered what it would be like taking the blood of a Demon Lord as he turned to glance in Basille’s direction, eyes glowing red. Should he lash out and take him unawares. Basille chuckled before slowly turning his head and meeting Ruben’s gaze with a wily smirk.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

When I woke up again, I found myself lying on the couch at home, still terrified from my experience. Liam came out of the kitchen with a slice of cake, making me jolt in shock. To my surprise, I found that the stab wounds all over my body had disappeared. I wasn't in pain, either. It was as if nothing had ever happened.