Novel & Cerita Muzan's Blood Demon Art

I looked at her with my eye’s begging her to save me from this endless pit of choices for my crowning. “I don’t know.” I said with a sigh while turning to the designer. “What would you suggest? My mate is planning on my crowning for the blood moon in one month.” I finished watching as the wheels in his talented head turned. “Miss Black, I would suggest this emerald green. It matches your mates’ eyes and represents one of the main elements, earth, which are said to be strongest on the blood moon.” He pulled the most beautiful delicate looking fabric I had ever seen out of his bag.

Soon, very soon, the Dragon Queen bloodline will end. At the sanctuary, Jamie's training reaches a breaking point. "Again!" Meredith commands. "I can't!" "You can. You're just afraid." "Of course I'm afraid! Every time I touch it, I feel like I'm going to die!" Jamie's breathing is ragged. "It's too much. Too powerful. I can't control it." "Because you're trying to control it. Let it flow through you instead." "That's the same thing!" "It's not." Meredith demonstrates her form shifting seamlessly. Scales ripple across her skin, wings sprout from her back. She's not fully dragon, not fully human. Something in between. Beautiful and terrifying.

“At first, the prince was still aware of himself… but slowly, the demon took full control. Then came the strange deaths. Unexplainable events. Fear spread through the palace like a sickness.” Zayla’s eyes widened. “And… was there a way to stop it?” “Yes,” the woman replied, nodding once. “But it demanded the painter’s gift. Her late mother belonged to a rare clan, artists whose drawings were not mere images, but vessels of power. Their art could bind, awaken… even imprison.” She paused, staring into the fire. “Most in her mother’s bloodline could bring life into their creations. The painter, however, never believed she possessed such power.”

Or was it just a strange coincidence? “After being connected to me, your body is producing much more blood than ordinary humans do. That is how nature makes sure that you survive despite being constantly drained out of it,” he began to explain. “And if you still refuse to let me feed on you, your condition will get worse and worse, while I slowly starve myself to death. Sounds awful, does it not?” “So, the nausea, fatigue—” “Yes, yes. All because your body has too much blood.” “I see…”

Screams could be heard circling him through a fire-like line that erupted around him as the floor shook around him, cracking as the screams grew and hands reached out of them the fire and blood practically pooling out around him traveling up across his body. Demons and their suits, it’s always been a thing but of course it still looks good. The blood seemed to trail up his body creating a deep red button up shirt, a pair of black paints and a belt appeared as well. His fingers elongated, longer fingers falling out into large deadly claws at the end an onyx color overtaking them as the color continued through up his arms following the trail of his veins. His mouth now had long fangs sticking

the demon said to Tear. “That’s why you look familiar. You’re an underling of the void,” Tear said to the demon. “You know your sources.” “But I think you’ve misunderstood something. You can never win against me.” The demon laughed before he opened up the box. One tentacle took out a red vial and broke it above the demon’s mouth, drinking the liquid. They smelled the blood that was too familiar to Xurden. Xurden forehead furrowed. “It’s funny you still rely on the fake blood of my young master’s brother,” Tear said to the demon. “Voids are really a bunch of idiots. Thinking they can reproduce the blood from the clan.”

Right in the middle of the 8-petaled flower were his parents. The demon who looks like Ma’oz stared in amazement and rose. With his Akinaka, he made two quick slashes, one on each palm. Bright red on his left and deep blue on his right, his blood dripped onto the ground, as he traced the ghostly pattern of his infant’s sacred circle. Upon storm clouds I weathered, Towards brick, mortar, and sand; Oh mortal, I am tethered, Fare thee well, to hell, my land;

Hannah’s voice echoed in my head, calm but pressing, “It’s only going to get worse. Until he kills you. Then, he’ll kill your father. You know that.” I forced myself to push up off the cold ground, blood sticking to my skin, making it feel heavier than it was. I lifted my head just enough to see her sitting there, just beyond the puddle of blood. Her own blood, mixing with his, spreading across the concrete like it had a life of its own. It was so strange—I couldn’t look away from the way the blood was merging, combining, until they met in the middle, flowing together. Something clicked inside me as I stared at that. It was a sick, twisted sort of beauty. And in that moment, I knew—this was

The Demon Royal Bu Tian Que shouted and displayed his demon skills. A flash of splendor was seen on the surface of his body, producing an invisible attraction force which absorbed all the corpses lying about, including martial artists, vicious beasts, and warriors from both the Human Clan and the Demon Clan. Rays of blood were extracted from the corpses and a huge blood river was formed like a suspending waterfall in the sky and headed his way. Then the waterfall turned into tiny blood snowflakes, constantly swirling around the Zhuhuai's enormous body, like death blades. "Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Blood spattered across the room, mixing with broken glass and shattered wood, I shuddered at the sight as a whimper slipped from my lips. Finally, with a mighty roar, Kaizen delivered the final blow, sinking his teeth into the demon's neck and tearing it apart. The demon's body fell to the ground, its black blood pooling around it. But that wasn't enough as Kaizen's beast ripped his head off his neck. I winced as blood splattered onto his fur, creating a reddish dark spot on his body. Kaizen reverted back to his human form, his body trembling with exhaustion and adrenaline. I immediately rushed to his side, holding him close, uncaring of his bloodied body as we both took deep breaths to calm