Mushishi Novels & Stories

The look on Slate’s face said it all as Nya stood there with the Heart of Magic tight in her fist. The soldiers’ faces told her that they recognized that it was too late, that they had let the magical gem fall into enemy hands. One of the soldiers held a sword to Slate’s throat, his hands trembling. Nya hadn’t even realized that he was under their control until the tip of the sword pierced his skin, and a tiny droplet of blood rolled down the edge.

(Silver haired cute girl) “Me?..I am Cassi Gust, Little Yggdrasil~…Nice to meet you too…what a peculiar ones you are, I feels like have heard that name before..well..now let’s us go and find that ladder..”.(Duchess Cassi Gust)

she whispered. Those were the last words she ever spoke to him. Through the cracks in the wood, Adrian had watched the shadows move. He had heard the screaming. His father shouting. The sound of claws against bone. He remembered biting his own arm just to stop himself from crying out. By the time the fire died and the footsteps faded… The village was gone. Everyone was gone. Everyone except him. ⸻ They found him three days later. Not soldiers. Not priests. Hunters.

I placed my hand on hers. "Holy shit!" She jerked, pushing the mug roughly, spilling a little amount of tea on the island. "Shit, I'm sorry." "Sit. I'll clean it" I smiled softly at her, pulling a towel from it's holder. She muttered a soft 'thank you' which was new. I waited for her to say anything at all but she didn't and so I spoke. "So, what's the name of the alien in there?" "Huh? In where?" She arched her eyebrow, sitting up. She was trying to act like herself but it wasn't working.

Alissa’s breath caught as she watched a witch hurl a blade of magic at her sister. It never reached her. A blur of white shot in front of the strike, catching it midair with a hiss and a ripple of golden light. A cat—the damn cat that followed her everywhere —but not quite ordinary. Her fur shimmered with runes, and his eyes glowed with ancient power. Mochi. Every time a spell or blade neared Emilia, she was there—faster than sight, protecting her without fail. Alissa’s mouth parted in disbelief. What was happening?

She followed the husky back into her office and sat down to listen. "Firstly, My name is Motus And I'm the Alpha of Silent Moon. I can change shape from canine to human, but as you can see...I'm stuck. My enemy Damon did this to me. He apparently cursed me knowing as long as I am stuck like this, I can rule my territory. And he's been after it for centuries. The other night , we ran into a few of his guards and that big gray one was Amadaus, Damon's right hand wolf. Amadaus has been close to Damon since the beginning of the DarkClaw clan. He keeps Damon safe. Now,...to help me I need to break this curse. But we need to know which he used so we can get rid of it. If we can get ahold of one

“You won't like it when I'm lonely. I pick a fight with Hikari’s best swordsman, Yushi that little pest.” “Yushi?” “Oh you will come across him one of these days when we get closer to Hikari.” After getting enough of the fairy, they exited the party scene. Like how they went there, Mizuko’s hand were tightly holding Kenshi’s. Him holding her hand somehow makes her feel secure. Then out of nowhere, some thing jumped in front of them. It has a body like a gorilla but head like a dinosaur. Mizuko wanted to run but her hand was in Kenshi and all she could do is breath heavily.

The mountain ash resonated with the energies of the suns, and Morekish, drawing upon the knowledge gained from his journey, confronted the anomaly with a resolute spirit. The battle unfolded in a symphony of cosmic forces, the mountain ash serving as a conduit for the harmonious blend of mystical and cosmic energies. With Elara's guidance, Morekish emerged victorious, sealing the anomaly and preserving the delicate balance of the sun-kissed realm. Each triumph added a new thread to the cosmic tapestry, and Morekish began to understand the interconnected nature of all things. The realms he explored were not separate entities but intricate layers of a multidimensional existence. As they journe

Akio is really Yūri, and she’s the daughter of a Yakuza boss. My mind hadn’t considered that Kitsune was connected to Yūri. I didn't want to believe that possibility. Even though it would make sense that Kitsune is connected to a Yakuza, there’s only one in the state. The next day I was back at work banging my head into the metaphoric brick wall as I was getting nowhere closer to catching Kitsune.

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get