Best Mantis Blades Novels & Stories

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

Lucas launched his attack before he could even finish his comment. He retrieved the Dragon Slayer Blade from the System Space and with the appearance of a glint of chilly ray, Lucas leaped to the Humanoid Mantis. He launched the Blazing Saber Technique which was rather powerful compared to the previous one as it had been upgraded to Grade B. The Humanoid Mantis was only a Rank 3 Evolved One and was not able to defend against such a terrifying attack. Many shots of Blazing Saber Technique appeared and a sea of blazing fire surrounded the Humanoid Mantis in a radius of about tens of meters around him.

“Don’t out the wrong idea Redx Stronghold grunted. The Mintite all these Reapers are wasted yoo Ominous are next,” The Reapers Mantis vibrated its claw in hyper speed and repined its claw in the process. “What the…….,” Eric said as he notice one of the pods glowing white. “Yang Yang, what is it ?,” Natalie asked. “That ded on the Far right just glew white when that Reapers friend itself,” “Whats flat mean?,” Adrian asked. The mantis learned back its head and fired a purple energy beam at us. Adrian thursted her arms forwards forgoing a wall of ruby quartz to absorb the hit.

Watching his flanks collapse, his squad get picked apart, with the calm patience of a man who'd already factored in these losses. Because I was exactly where he wanted me. "There you are," he said. He was tall in person. Taller than Valtherion. Lean, angular, with the economy of movement that spoke of decades of combat. Gray at the temples. Pale eyes that reflected the moonlight like mirrors. A long silver blade in each hand, not ornamental. Working weapons. The edges hummed with something that made my shadow bloodline recoil. Anti-bloodline steel. Forged specifically to cut through ancient power.

“For our leader.” Alex exhales slowly. “I didn’t ask to—” “We know,” Eve says. “That’s why they’re yours.” Mazikene unwraps the cloth. The blades catch the early light immediately. They’re a matched pair—slightly curved, long enough to demand respect but not so heavy they’d slow her. The steel is darkened, patterned subtly, like smoke trapped beneath the surface. The hilts are wrapped in deep red leather, worn in just enough places to suggest they were meant to be held, not displayed.

From these minuscule threads, I wove something grander—a hundred blades conjured from their essence. I did it! Raising my hands, I conjured the blades from the ground, as if plucking roots from the soil. The earth and rocks cracked open, yielding forth an arsenal of blades. With a gesture, a torrent of a hundred swords surged toward the unsuspecting foes. This was my reckoning! Despite Kenru and Killan's combined assault, most of Lady Montay's warriors stood resolute, untouched by the chaos they witnessed. They were likely legendary combatants, their might impervious to the combined force of Kenru, Killan, Borracho, and Rouma.

Zitrey just glared at him and went inside. Matt, seeing how far the distance between them, but she easily closed it by split of seconds, then rubbing his neck and feeling the pain, he had thought, “She was still young, yet have extra-ordinary skills and killing intent. Doesn’t feel pain. Truly a masterpiece of the Dark Moon. A perfect killing machine, that’s why they don’t want to let her go. However, if she won’t go back, those geezer thought its just best to kill her before she will turn her back and come against them. Crimson Blade is the double blade that they raised, and might come to their head. The key to annihilate those bastards Dark Moon.”

It was so terrifyingly close to human, and yet so utterly, nightmarishly not. I narrowed my focus, pulling on the wellspring of my mana. A familiar heat bloomed in my palm, coalescing into a blade of shimmering lavender-pink energy. Dropping the shield, I swung the mana-sword at the creature's arm, severing it at the wrist. The dismembered hand dissolved into a cloud of writhing shadows that immediately snaked back to the stump, reforming the limb in an instant.

Yoel's eyes blazed with intensity as he bellowed. Whoosh! In a flash, his wrist flicked in a blur, his blade's movements a whirlwind of shadows that coalesced into a spectral blade, its presence icy and lethal. The phantom blade whirled with an almost magical speed, cutting through the combined assault of the five attackers with ease. It tore through their defenses, leaving a deep, terrifying slash on each of them. The elder from the Calnan family hesitated for just a moment before he crumpled to the ground, his body gruesomely split in two, blood gushing out like a fountain.

she asked. He grunted. “They are adequate, Veniah.” The Alva’himar raised an eyebrow. “Adequate, Gerth? You should appreciate the gift you are being granted. These blades are far superior to those crude things your people have mucked around with for so long. Not to mention that they have been infused with spells that will enhance their strength and lethality.”