Legendary Mantis Blades Novels & Stories

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.

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.

A faint blue glow emanated from the walls, like spirits lurking within the shadows. At last, they entered a vast chamber surrounded by towering stone pillars. In the center of the room, embedded in another altar, a silver-blue sword pulsed with a mystical glow. Aria froze. She didn’t know how, but she knew that sword. Lorian stepped forward, eyes widening. "This…" Rael shook his head in disbelief. "The Legendary Blade…" Aria turned to them. "What do you mean?" Lorian met her gaze. "This is the Sword of Light—the only weapon capable of defeating Vaelin’s darkness. But it was lost centuries ago..."

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

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.”

Her hands fumbled in the corner, the sound of zippers and clattering makeup spilling onto the floor. “I—I can’t find it!” she stammered. The shadow creature twisted under me, throwing its weight. My grip slipped, claws raking down my ribs. Pain flared white and hot. “You’ll find it now,” I snapped, forcing its head against the rug. “Or she dies!” That jolted her. Pelin scrambled to her bag, yanking the red crescent blade free. It glowed faintly, the markings along its edge pulsing like embers.

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.