Legendary Mantis Blades Novels & Stories

Elena screamed. She didn't wait. She ignited her silver blades, the molecular edges whistling as she carved a horizontal arc toward Cyrus’s back. The Liquidator didn't turn. He leaned back, his body bending at an angle that would have snapped a human spine, the silver blades passing an inch from his nose. With his free hand, he tapped a command on his wrist-com.

"Yes, it is very real. Did you find someone who made you react like that?" The heat crept up my neck, tightening my throat. I locked my jaw, refusing to look at her. "It was just a midnight encounter. But afterward... everything feels wrong." "Like you lost a loved one, right?" I gave a single, tight nod. "Yes. And I don't know how to meet her again. I have no name. Just her features." Martina stood up, the softness vanishing from her face, replaced by the sharp authority she usually reserved for the council. "You are the Lycan King of the twelve districts, son. If you want to find a wolf in this territory, you can."

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.

The question hangs in the air as Gebrit finishes healing Bethany and straightens. I stare at Bethany hard until I see her chest rise and fall, and relief hits me so hard that I have to sit down on one of the other empty beds. Thank the gods. She's breathing. Asad rubs his jaw as he goes on. "The switchblade we found in Liminal Kaelith’s room was made of Lagorin." "So?" I ask. "Do you know how rare that metal is? It's what the weapons of the most powerful void creatures that make it into the Tether are made out of.

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.”

“You will only train with your hellblades as I said” Adem and Adlee pouted but dared not say a thing Uncle Eren opened the box he had carried in his bag and peeled back the silk cloth. My heart jumped when I saw the blades again: crescents of metal glowing faintly, humming with a strange, dark energy. One by one he handed them to my friends. I sat down slowly on a bench at the side, my legs still weak, my eyes tracing every corner of the room. My throat ached, but curiosity overtook my pain. The weapons looked curious. How many lives had they really taken?

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

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.

His voice was low, deliberate, edged with something Evelyn had rarely heard in him: caution. “The beast we saw,” he said, eyes narrowing in thought. “It is no ordinary lycan. Not even a rogue.” Rowan frowned. “You mean the crimson eyes? I’ve read of such a thing in fragments… but I thought it was only myth.” Kael shook his head. “Not myth. Memory. That creature is the Hollow Beast—the remnant of the first betrayal.” Evelyn froze where she stood in the next room, the boards creaking beneath her as she lingered at the edge of their conversation.

My eyes were on the small pair of thin like swords that will allow for throwing and at the same time for sword combats, I have been drawn to those blades since I set my sights on them, there was something about them that felt familiar, like they were meant to be mine. “Themis, you see anything you like.” Orel said behind me as I gave a little jump, I was so lost staring at the twin swords that I didn’t noticed that they have stopped their arguments since or from the way Lord Cale was staring at me, I feel like they were asking for my opinion. “Nothing.” I lied as I removed my eyes from the blades. “My wife eyes jewelries the way you eye those blades, you wish they were yours right?” Lord Cal