Cyberpunk Best Mantis Blade Novels & Stories

It snapped at her face, its breath smelling of copper and chemical preservatives. She spun to the left, her silver movements fluid and weightless. She allowed the wolf’s momentum to carry it past her, but as it did, she drove her silver blade upward, targeting the unarmored gap beneath its foreleg. The silver energy coating the blade sliced through the tough hide effortlessly. The moment the silver entered the creature’s bloodstream, the violet light in its eyes vanished, replaced by a flash of blinding white light as the internal cybernetics short-circuited. The wolf crashed into the central console, sparking violently before collapsing.

I simply stopped being where I was and arrived where I needed to be. The world fractured into static frames: the Harvester’s finger tightening on a trigger, Damian’s eyes beginning to widen, a single drop of oil suspended in mid-air. I hit the Ghost at a full sprint. The silver threads under my skin ignited. A blinding strobe of violet-white light turned the maintenance void into a lightning chamber. The EM pulse radiating from my skin fried the infiltrator's camouflage suit in a spray of sparks. The man beneath—a gaunt, cybernetic Syndicate operative—had just enough time to gasp before I drove the Phantom Blade through his throat.

Hunters. Men who traveled the borderlands killing anything that crawled out of the dark. Adrian had expected them to leave him there. Most people didn’t want a boy who had survived something like that. But the oldest hunter, a man with gray in his beard and scars across both eyes, had simply looked at him for a long time before speaking. “You saw them, didn’t you?” Adrian nodded. The man studied him a moment longer. Then he handed the boy a knife. “Good,” he said. “Then you know what you’re up against.”

Opened it. Inside: New Personal Defense Suite Infernum Blade: titanium-carbon edge, blood-slicked handle, can slice through bone. Viper X Pistol: ceramic-built, invisible to airport scanners, rapid-fire burst with double helix barrel. Kronos Injector: a last-resort serum, adrenaline spike, pain-killer, and cognition boost all in one. One injection. Thirty minutes of god-mode. I strapped the Viper X to my thigh. “No more mistakes.” Milo nodded. “I’ve scrambled the estate’s signal zone. No outside GPS. Anyone trying to trace here gets redirected to Morocco.”

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

Mark snapped out of his trance when he saw 2Pac approaching him. 2Pac glided through the flames, and it seemed like he was walking in slow motion. The metal man’s eyes still shined brightly, like high beams on a Ferrari. Mark’s skin became chilled when he saw how 2Pac didn’t have a scratch on his gleaming, armored body. The fire didn’t affect 2Pac’s shirtless metal physique. The blast didn’t even affect the light diodes in his high-resolution eyes. This was not good since the explosion compromised the integrity of Mark’s exoskeleton suit.

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.