Muzan Novels & Stories

Megumi made a noise that was somewhere in-between a laugh and a scoff. “What type of woman would willingly want to be with that beast?” she asked herself. “How many are there?” “Nine goons and then Takahiro and the woman he’s with”. “So a total of eleven” he murmured. “What are you going to do?” Megumi sighed. He removed his jacket and then brought out a smaller canister than the one he had shown Karou. He twisted it, then there was a tiny cloud before he pulled back the steel barricade and put it in there, and closed it back and then he walked back to Megumi silently.

I asked putting my hands on my hips. Cynthia, of course, was the first to speak. "You said there's a way to save the zombies-" "First off they are not zombies. Not in the traditional sense. They do not feed on you, they feed on your soul. Soul Eaters," I explained in a rather snarky tone. Did I mention I was really tired? "Whatever," she brushed it off. "How? And how do you know this?" "It's hard to explain how I know this and most of it is unbelievable anyway," I started running my hand through my hair.

Acasia I was away from Bastian and in the presence of another woman. It was difficult not to jump up and down with excitement but I acted reserved so I wouldn't scare Nikka away. Brunya had spoken aloud, and Bastian told me they could so I knew earth humans spoke. Another female named Mandy joined us. She was as excited to meet me as I was to meet her. She explained that she was a wolf and human mix and that Nikka was mountain lion and human. Since I now knew dragons shifted, I had no trouble accepting what she told me. I had so many questions about their realm, and Mandy patiently answered for about three minutes.

The Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, the East’s most potent pack leader, was infamous for his ruthlessness and hatred of the impolite. According to legend, he murdered most of his servants, and his reign was marked by bloodshed. Nothing was too much for a man to do to ensure that those around him obeyed his every command. To him, it is preferable to slaughter the weak and bathe in their blood beneath the light of a harvest moon. His wolf was said to be a monster with red eyes that glowed in the dark, watching its victims before tearing them apart.

The leader of the Village, known as Trenton, stepped forward as his gaze narrowed on Cyran and Kellan. “I don’t think we properly introduced ourselves the last time I was here. My name is Azura Chasm, I am mated to Cyran Chasm and the Keeper of the Dragon Stone. They are here because we need your help.” All eyes moved from Kellan in his Dragon form and Cyran as they landed on me with surprise. Feeling awkward, I shifted from one foot to the other. While also feeling as if I was experiencing every high schooler’s nightmare, standing in front of class naked.

"Think about it, Lazarus. How else would Lucian have such intimate knowledge of the intricacies of your tunnels?" Lazarus sighed, unsure of how to respond. "I... I don't know," he admitted. "But all of this seems completely far-fetched. A dragon and a Lycan mated? Time travel? Ezra annihilating your entire species? It's absurd! And even if I were to entertain the idea, how did you acquire the power to travel back in time?" Lucian's eyes gleamed with a hint of pride as he spoke. "Visenya is very special," he explained. "She is the divine progeny of the Sun God and the Moon Goddess, making her the most powerful entity in this world. She is a Phoenix."

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

The wind dropped dead silent. Raquelle stepped in front of us. “Wait…” The earth split. Right in front of us, roots burst from the soil, spiraling and twisting into form. Arms, legs, a torso. A thick chest bloomed from bark, and a head crowned with thorned vines bent down slowly to face us. “What in the name of the goddess…” Muzan gasped. Seven feet tall, with eyes made of moss and a growl that sounded like creaking wood under pressure. Its skin…if you could call it that, was bark laced with green veins, flexing as it stepped forward, shaking the ground with every step.

"Because I haven't done anything wrong. I didn't choose to be a kitsune. I was born this way." "And yet you've already killed. Multiple times." "In self defense. Against Victor, who was trying to murder me and everyone I cared about." "So you say." One of the women spoke up. She was younger, maybe forty, with kind eyes. "I read the reports. Victor was a known threat. He'd killed dozens of hunters over the years. Miss Kanzaki stopped him when we couldn't." "That doesn't erase what she is," the scarred man argued. "No, but it proves she's not our enemy." The woman looked at Yuna. "I'm Sandra Morrison. I trained with your mother years ago, before the purge."

Then a figure emerged, one step after another. The room collectively gasped. There he stood, Alpha Oliver in the flesh, alive and healthy. Not a trace of weakness, or anything close to death. For several heartbeats... Nobody moved or spoke. The entire hall looked as though time itself had frozen. "My Alpha." An elderly maid whispered before bursting into tears. "He... "He's alive..." Another servant fell to his knees. "The Moon Goddess has answered our prayers." One after another, murmurs spread through the crowd like wildfire.