Cyberpunk Best Mantis Blade Novels & Stories

Leyland, gobbled his down while Sol kept her eyes on a Tea shop that was swarming with activity. Customers walked in and out as casual as it went, completely uncaring of the Triad gangsters in their midst. The 14K hung out on the outside, talking by their modded cars, sporting dragon tattoos and gang insignias on necks. Some of the members were cyborgs, modifications varied but nearly everyone had a brain CPU implant or some external augmented reality glass stuck to the side of their heads. All this was as clear as day to Sol, courtesy of her enhanced cybernetic eyes capable of zooming in at targets roughly at 100 feet.

The fire had been ignited and there was no turning back. “We met again,” he spoke. Amidst the dark skies with only the shine of the lone moon, there spark two of the sharpest blades throughout the entire weapons on the battlefield. The clash of rivals, of luna’s warrior and apollo’s defender. “Shall we now end our long-time dispute, Alfarro?” proudly asked the other man wearing the golden sun crest on his chest. The emblem of Pinansey-angan. “I would gladly hear it from you, Contejo.”

he uses his other hand to flimsily gesture in my direction, peeking from the gaps in between his fingers. Bell immediately shields her own eyes when spotting me, "I'm blind!" She shakes her head, refusing to look at me. "Max, what did you do to Benley?! Bring his nose back!" "Zie nose zis zasgusting!" Ramos yells and pulls a face too before suddenly fainting. I'm officially done for today.

He had short blonde hair, and broad shoulders, with glinting red eyes. Valari, my lead warrior and my most skilled werewolf. He fought battles alongside me and Trevor, but this one would be the satisfying of them all. “Let's go!” Midnight. Cold. Sharp. The kind that bites through skin, through bone. The kind that makes the world feel like it's holding its breath. They were waiting. My warriors. Silent, restless, teeth bared in the flickering torchlight. Horses shifting, metal clinking, the thick, unrelenting scent of rage hanging in the air.

"We are exceptional warriors. In today's world, the only thing that could kill us would be a bullet to the brain. That would not allow us to have the capacity to shift, so we would die of the wound." Liv scrubbed her hands up and down her face. "I think I need a drink." Brodi was out of his chair in an instant. "Of course, Elskling. What would you like? We have tea, juice, coffee…" "Whisky," she answered flatly. Brodi cocked a brow in surprise. "Coming right up!"

Ramon's POV The mansion is still heavy with the lingering presence of the three ancients. Tharros Blackfire, with his eyes like molten embers and an aura that reeked of brimstone; Arinthal Starweaver, whose very presence bent the light around him as if he were a living paradox; and Kaiden Nightwalker, the infamous rogue alpha whose power pulsated like the rhythm of a battle drum. They had stood there, claiming Jasmine. My mate.

BRYNN POV The mantis enforcer lunges, his blade flashing in the dim light. Behind me, a second man steps out from the hallway. Before either can reach me, the door explodes inward. Kade’s massive form fills the doorway, gun already raised. Two silenced shots. The first man drops, blood blooming across his chest. The second attacker pivots, weapon raised—but Vex is already there. He moves like a predator, crossing the room in three lethal strides. His hand twists, and the man’s gun clatters to the floor.

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

The bastard who was her mate tried to go after her but in a flash, Lennox blocked his way causing him to halt. "Where the f*ck are you going?" Lennox sneered, punching the guy with such speed and force that he stumbled back almost falling but his friend came to his rescue and attacked Lennox. Lennox was against six of them as two of them attacked him simultaneously. Lennox was burning in ominous rage. He didn't even blink before snapping one of their throats. The other tried to shift but Lennox punched him on the nose causing him to fall back. Lennox had inhuman speed. Unlike his guards. They were fast but Lennox was fast at the peak level. He was of Royal blood. The most powerful.

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.