Legendary Mantis Blades Novels & Stories

The young man couldn’t answer and could only give her an acknowledging glance. “Catch!” The beast from the east raised his hand to catch the blade that Luntian tossed. As it circled in the air, the cloth unraveled the darkness of the blade. The opaque color deflected the brightness of the moon and stars. The black blade landed heavily on Calleb’s hand. In a full sweep, Calleb pierced the skulls of the Shadows that were surrounding him. The cracking and breaking of the bones made a terrible sound as the blade drilled against ten of them.

Samson said. "Tell me about it!" Alicia said staring at the delicate carvings made at the hilt[pommel] . "The Night blade is an intricate figure, it was discovered by the Medieval lords in some land called... You don't want to know. So right now, we just have to forge our own, the main blade still lay in the molten hill. So this one here is a carbon copy and we have installed different enchantments which I will tell you about the possible two the [Feather of truth] and [Heavy as a mountain]

The Phantom Blade was too light for something designed to end a life. It sat in Damian’s palm, a sliver of polished titanium that seemed to pull the nursery’s amber light into its edge. Damian didn’t look like a man whose estate was currently being dismantled by orbital strikes. He looked like a man who had finally solved a tedious riddle. He rotated the needle between his thumb and forefinger, his movements slow, deliberate, and terrifyingly steady. "The lion’s head engraving," he murmured.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

I said. Meridia and I turned around to see undead inklings walking towards us “Fragmenters, undead remnants of Shattered Inkopolis” I said as I grab a fused weapon of the X-Blade from Kingdom Hearts and Dawnbreaker from Elder Scrolls B: Skyrim known as the Blade of Dawn. I look at Meridia holding her beacon filled with her light “let’s deal with these Fragmenters first before we continue” I said.

Yoel's eyes blazed with intensity as he bellowed. Whoosh! In a flash, his wrist flicked in a blur, his blade's movements a whirlwind of shadows that coalesced into a spectral blade, its presence icy and lethal. The phantom blade whirled with an almost magical speed, cutting through the combined assault of the five attackers with ease. It tore through their defenses, leaving a deep, terrifying slash on each of them. The elder from the Calnan family hesitated for just a moment before he crumpled to the ground, his body gruesomely split in two, blood gushing out like a fountain.

The Veil’s voice roars—Convergence, the heart endures—and the blade’s runes blaze, its song a call to war. The vision fades, and I roar, slashing the Voidborn’s blade, lunar light burning, Aelys’s aura merging with mine. Cassia’s fire erupts, Renn’s relics flare, Maddox’s shadows bind, Sylvara’s vines lash, and Lysara, Zorath, and Valthor strike, their starlight blades glowing. Seris hesitates, then joins, her Lightweavers’ blades flashing, a fragile alliance.

It roared in anger and spewed venom, lunging at her once again. “You’re seeking death!” A cold light flashed in Luna’s eyes. Immediately, a brilliant blade light appeared in her right hand. It was the Sanguis Blade. Swoosh... Just as the lesser demon snake lunged again, Luna raised her hand and cleanly beheaded it with the sharp Sanguis Blade. Splash... Rumble... Despite having lost its head, the lesser demon snake remained fierce. Its large and thick body continued to roll and thrash around. Even a martial realm expert would undoubtedly suffer if they were hit by it.

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

Lions and goats clung to her garments, crawling up her shoulders, their stone claws digging in, making the entire figure feel disturbing. Pelin’s grip tightened around my hand. “Manolya,” she whispered. “I don’t like this.” “I know,” I murmured. We moved deeper into the temple, inching closer to the statue. My hellblade began to glow, its familiar red sheen flashing ominously in the dim light. Pelin gasped softly. “your blade.” I looked at her hand. Her weapon glowed in response too. “Demons or creatures” I whispered. “where is it? I don’t see anything?” Pelin said cautiously.