Best Mantis Blades Novels & Stories

But not a single spear broke through. The Gatekeepers stared in disbelief. Elyan smiled. "The Twin Blades do not defend one soul. They defend two." The creature roared in frustration. It gathered the shattered spears into a single enormous lance. The weapon was larger than a castle tower. Dark lightning danced around its edges. "This ends now!" It hurled the lance toward them. The world seemed to stop. Kael looked at Rhydian. "Together?" Rhydian grinned despite the danger. "There was never another plan."

Dexter said aloud as we heard the door leading to the other sections of the mansion open. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the passageway leading to the stairs, waiting in excitement to see what our Alpha had to present. And when I was beginning to think that our Alpha's surprise was a flop, I saw the hugest scare of my life. The whole hall fell into chaos as most people screamed and yelled in fear while others like myself stood speechless and motionless. It was a man. A man whose reputation spoke for itself. It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper.

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

Lian, Goddess of Phoenix shifters, has eyes so wide with fear, I’m trying not to laugh. The dagger of Mantora is a unique blade indeed. This blade can subdue any God or Goddess, but for a lesser Goddess like Lian? ‘Thrust the blade into her heart. Leave it there, do not remove it, Lorcan. Lian’s power will be drained, and she will turn to stone. Once the deed is done, call my name, and I will take you home.’ Those words ring in my head. I know what I have to do, but it won’t be easy. This bitch will not go down without a fight, but I’d be disappointed if she did.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

He might have defeated Blake with one hit just now, but it did not mean he could underestimate him. Blake whistled, and the envoys began to fan out and encircle Logan like four impenetrable iron walls. They loomed over him from all four directions—their martial arts focused on raw dominance, and at that moment, it showed. Even the bystanders felt their skins crawl. "Kill him!" At the tail end of Blake's command, the other envoys had an actual weapon in their hands. Named the Mani Falcata, these were the Divine Creed's preferred weapon. They gleamed under the light from the ceiling, their edges blinding.

It was almost absurd how these two monsters could battle like this and not level the entire house in seconds. Her wind tattoo and owls were still at work, searching the bone enclosure for any vulnerable point they could exploit... any crack, seam, or weakness that might give them a way out. The mantis pivoted sharply, its armor deflecting two tentacles with a metallic clang. Another tentacle managed to latch onto its side, suction cups finding purchase between armor plates. With an ear-splitting crunch, the mantis snapped its free claw down and sheared the tentacle in half. Jeric’s shriek was deafening, a keening squeal that rattled Arah’s teeth. Green blood sprayed across the floor.

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.

Vincenzo pulled out a white hand towel and cleaned up the blood on the knife before dropping it and picking up another one. My eyes widened a little as I saw the blade in his hands. Spyderco Matriarch. Vincenzo rarely used this blade on anyone because in his words 'he wouldn't waste his favorite blade on mere situations.' The blade was only ever seen when the boss was enraged. And I knew the moment was now. I could see that he was barely controlling his rage.

“To create viable evidence.” “No,” I shake my head. This is a custom-made, one of a kind blade with only two others in circulation and he expects me to just leave it here? A two thousand one hundred dollar blade? No way, I would rather do time and snuggle it in. “I’m not leaving it here.” I tell him, “Use yours.” “Mine is a different make, Ale.” Alessio sighs. “How the hell did you even get that one?” I shrug, “I know a guy.”