Legendary Mantis Blades Novels & Stories

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

“No, my King. In an attack, maybe one or two. Because the rogues themselves were wolves, and unlike Lycans, they wouldn’t have been able to hold the silver blade in their hands. Those who have the blades normally don’t shift, and they come out last on the battlefield to surprise us. Essentially, to stab us while we’re focusing on the shifted rogues.” Xandar stiffened again at the word ‘stab’. Lucianne continued to stroke his shoulder from his side to calm him down. Xandar pondered before he took a good look at the alliance and asked in concern, “How many of you here have been stabbed by the blade before, if I may ask?”

Our scarred mentor hung in Alaric's grip, feet dangling above the ground. "Marcus!" I started forward, but Nova grabbed me. "Wait," she hissed. "Look at his hand." Marcus's right hand, hidden from Alaric's view, held something that gleamed with inner light. A phoenix-tear blade—one of only three ever forged, each one capable of killing even ancient monsters like Alaric. As Alaric pulled him closer, gloating, Marcus struck.

Every Sword Light possessed the force to obliterate everything. James dared not be careless. He was aware that it was a battle of depleting crystal. If he could, he would try to stay uninjured during the fight. At this moment, he focused his mind, and an enormous Infinity Stele appeared in front of him, blocking the Sword Lights that were sweeping over. One, two… In an instant, a hundred and eight Infinity Steles appeared. After the Infinity Steles appeared, they formed a formation and surrounded him. The force of the Lethal Blade’s Fury was very powerful. It was a signature skill created by the Fatal Emperor. Its power was not inferior to James’ sword techniques. If he did not use the Infin

Every step Lena took felt heavier, as if unseen hands were pressing down on her shoulders. Cassian and Dorian followed in silence, their expressions grim. Even they didn’t know what this trial entailed. At last, they reached a chamber unlike the others. At the center stood an altar—carved from obsidian, veins of molten gold running through it like lifeblood. Floating above it was a dagger, its blade forged from a material Lena didn’t recognize, its edges glowing with an eerie silver light. Idris moved to stand beside the altar. “This is the Blade of Ancients,” he said. “Forged in the fire of the first Trueborn. It does not spill blood—it takes something far deeper.”

Slowly, he pulled the blade from its sheath and brought it toward my face. I closed my eyes and held my breath. Relax, Lila. He's not going to kill you with it... I repeated to myself before cautiously opening my eyes again to stare at the most intimidating blade I had ever seen. It looked incredibly heavy, as though it carried the weight of an anchor. I wasn't even sure I could lift it with both hands. "Do you want to know why this blade is called the Blade of Poison?" he asked, raising it into the air to admire it.

“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.

Lengo pounced forward like a lioness with her blades penetrating deep into the enemy, blood seeping along the walkway and being soaked up into the gravel and staining the grass leaving a scar on mother nature. Krona heard a clunk of a mace hitting his shield and then the heavy weight of an overly large man up against him making him stumble a couple of steps towards the cliff edge, turning he saw an arrow protruding from a mans eye socket; quickly turning he slid his blade into another and then searched for another enemy.

*Bram* “Walk with me, Commander Bram.” Alpha Kaelen gives me an order, and I obey it, even though I’m immensely busy at the moment. We are in the process of preparing for our newest attack against Moon Falls Pack. Normally, our preparation doesn’t involve any sort of weapons because it’s considered dishonorable for wolf shifters to fight with weapons. But… Alpha Kaelen has decided he doesn’t care about honor at this point. He’s willing to do whatever it takes to destroy the enemy. So we aren’t just loading up the supplies we will need–food, water, shelter, supplies for the healers–but weapons as well. Metal claws that fit over our regular ones, body armor, even bows and arrows and knives tha