Cyberpunk Best Mantis Blade Novels & Stories

One would think they’re restraining a monster. Perhaps what bothered me most was her eyes. They’re empty. The usual lightness disappeared like it was stolen from her. I let my gaze trail from her neck down her chest, noticing they had stripped her off her uniform, leaving her in nothing but her underwear and bra. My hands trembled with an urge to kill someone right now, and I know exactly who. Scarlet Tate. I could smell her disgusting perfume even from a mile away. From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a small knife laying on a table nearby.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Night Blade’s second in command explained seeing the confusion on everyone’s face “It is large enough to hide an army.” “Keep this on your person.” Mage 001 handed out a crystal that was shaped like a petal as he explained “if you are in trouble or caught, smash this and I will know.” He pointed at the circular disc in his hand “This will glow when any one of these are broken and will also give me an estimate of the location.” Just as they were ordered, they abseiled in pairs, one from Night Blade’s team and one from Night Mage’s team formed a pair. But as they abseiled, they all looked the same; all wore a metal mask that covered their whole face with the exception of eyes.

He was determined as he said the words I dreaded the most. "I, Declan Thorne, Alpha of Wildheart Pack reject you Vanessa Simone as my Mate and Luna, on this day." The pain I had felt earlier could not compare to this one that tore through my body. Everything within me was being torn apart. This was worse than death itself. It was agony beyond description coupled with the burning of the part of my shoulder where he had marked me. I screamed. I couldn't take anymore, I couldn't breathe. Tears rolled from my eyes as they filled with despair.

Blanca was there. Ms. Blanca went on to talk about the well-publicized case of two teen players of Dungeon Raydens who had ended up stabbed to death after a virtual melee spilled over to the real world. Kate of course felt bad for her fellow teens who’d never have the chance to grow up, discover their dreams... But as soon as Ms. Blanca started her righteous and grim tirade about MOBAs and the Internet in general, Kate zoned out. It was just like that morning when the commentator in church said “Please sit” right before the homily.

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

Julian's P. O. V. My mate was a member of the White crescent wolf pack! The same pack that killed my mother and tried to kill me as well! The same pack I've been planning to have my revenge on for years! I brought out an old but still very sharp dagger that was given to me by Mabel's dad a few years after I started living with them. Placing it in my bag, I strapped the bag around me and got out of the house in a manner of urgency.

The very one that's made me imagine tearing a man apart in exactly one hundred and thirty-seven different ways on purpose. Blade. Like he called himself. The Jett plan worked like a charm. I knew losing one of their men would rattle the hive. And I knew Blade would crawl out from whatever piss-stained hole he'd been hiding in when he realized I'd started plucking his partners off the board. "Are you calling?" Miles asked as I stared at the message on my screen. He'd been the one monitoring the burner site when it came through: «This is B. I need to reach The Torturer. Call me on this line.»

figures as much the one pack I wanted to forget about at the moment is the first one I have to read about. The Blue Moon Pack Not much in known about the blue moon pack. It's history is mostly kept within their own records but what is known is most from the blue moon pack have amazing fighting abilities, it is unknown if it's due to majic or training but all the warriors who have been recoreded have been of great gifts. They do have a history of having element based majic running in the blood of the old alphas. They used to follow many of the old ways and rumors say they still follow some of them. Tattoos are often decortating the skin of higher level members of the pack, though even their s

"You should know that we had an assassin's attack, did you have any suspects?" "The Autumn will surely have no hand in this since the assassins also attack different packs," Sage said just like they had thought. "I don't have any suspect yet though I've not seen what the assassins look like and the type of skills they make use of," Fennick told the Alpha. "They use the highest skill," Rae disclosed to him. "Really? Wow… Those assassins will be so powerful. The highest golden skill is the mastery one can use to defeat a war."