Legendary Mantis Blades Novels & Stories

"Like a knife sharp enough to cut through a spirit?" Sofia was already filling up her glass again. "Yeah, that would do it. I have no idea where you would get one though. A blade capable of damaging an ethereal creature is extraordinarily rare. They have to be made of a non-Earthly metal, and that stuff is extremely challenging to come by." "The witch had a knife that did that." Sofia's drink paused on the way to her lips. "I seriously hope you stuck it in the Vault." "Uh, no." Mike looked down at his feet. "I left it in the greenhouse. With the Mandragora."

"Marshal Snow, this is the day you die! The fifth style of the 13 Ghost Blades—Soul Slice!" A black arc of blade energy came slashing toward him. Gideon felt a twinge of regret. He should have brought Aldreda with him. He could have used the Beast Supreme Bone Spur. A couple of good smacks would've scrambled Tristan's insides. But even without the Beast Supreme Bone Spur, he still had a weapon. He had the broken blade he won as champion of the Martial Arts Tournament of the Eight Major Royal Families.

“For our leader.” Alex exhales slowly. “I didn’t ask to—” “We know,” Eve says. “That’s why they’re yours.” Mazikene unwraps the cloth. The blades catch the early light immediately. They’re a matched pair—slightly curved, long enough to demand respect but not so heavy they’d slow her. The steel is darkened, patterned subtly, like smoke trapped beneath the surface. The hilts are wrapped in deep red leather, worn in just enough places to suggest they were meant to be held, not displayed.

Lucas launched his attack before he could even finish his comment. He retrieved the Dragon Slayer Blade from the System Space and with the appearance of a glint of chilly ray, Lucas leaped to the Humanoid Mantis. He launched the Blazing Saber Technique which was rather powerful compared to the previous one as it had been upgraded to Grade B. The Humanoid Mantis was only a Rank 3 Evolved One and was not able to defend against such a terrifying attack. Many shots of Blazing Saber Technique appeared and a sea of blazing fire surrounded the Humanoid Mantis in a radius of about tens of meters around him.

Around his body, a spherical shield formed, which protected him from the lightning damage, and not a single hint of harm was on him. “F*ck, so awesome?!” Alex couldn’t take the masked man down with one move, so he immediately brought out his strongest move. “Seven Blades of Death, kill!” It was one of the blades from the Dragon's Bane of Thirty-Six, the Seven Blades of Death. After it was out of its sheath, it turned into a giant sword as big as a door, and fiercely slashed down towards the masked man. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Remy: “Say yes whenever you want, storm queen. I’m already yours.” I exhale a laugh that’s half sob and open my crafting interface for the first time in months. New blueprints have appeared (glowing violet, marked [Deep Script Forged]): - For Lucian → “Draconic Void-Scale Wingblades” – foldable lightning swords that grow from his wings - For Remy → “Starlight Coyote Claws” – retractable gauntlets forged from the first star Coyote ever tricked

It was almost absurd how these two monsters could battle like this and not level the entire house in seconds. Her wind tattoo and owls were still at work, searching the bone enclosure for any vulnerable point they could exploit... any crack, seam, or weakness that might give them a way out. The mantis pivoted sharply, its armor deflecting two tentacles with a metallic clang. Another tentacle managed to latch onto its side, suction cups finding purchase between armor plates. With an ear-splitting crunch, the mantis snapped its free claw down and sheared the tentacle in half. Jeric’s shriek was deafening, a keening squeal that rattled Arah’s teeth. Green blood sprayed across the floor.

Her robe fluttered with the gust of wind, and the leaves on the ground twirled against each other along with the dust of the ground. In just a flash, her sword slashed Megara's calf and she was on her knees, still trying to process what happened to her as blood oozed out of her slashed calf. Jasmine had the same magic or should she say the same technique as Evandros? How would she...before she could even comprehend anything Jasmine's sword was already on the nape of her neck.