Legendary Mantis Blades Novels & Stories

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Whatever Fear Monger whispered to him stood close to the door frame to get to him now bore an injury, and Evan saw something fall to the ground. “What is that?” Evan pointed down at the amorphous, shadowy thing on the ground. “I think it’s a bloody tentacle. They’re semi-real. Like they’re half in this world and half in another. Because of that, it makes them hard to kill. This blade’s forged a special way. That’s why we want to give you all one. For protection. Okay, light up the back wall now from left to right slowly.”

The sword known as the treasure of Blade's Reach was destroyed by Adrian. Hansen looked at the shattered Lunar Edge, completely stunned. The next moment, Adrian struck again with the Hellblade, which carried a killing intent that surpassed everything. The attack was about to fall on Hansen's neck.

I jumped up and I looked like a child who was given a candy because of ecstasy. I was in the middle of my fun when I realized I was the only one celebrating like a fool here. I hesitate to smile at them. They just stared at me seriously and then went back to examining the celestial weapon they had obtained. Raid analyzes a blue sword with double blades. A lion's head is engraved on its handle. “Raid, that’s the Blade of Pride. It brings victory to its user,” Archmaster revealed to the man.

"What about you? Don't just run your mouth. If you're so confident about the outcome of this fight, what are you willing to stake? I'll give you the chance to humiliate me." Thomas narrowed his eyes. "What do you want to bet?" he asked. He felt that something about the situation was slightly off, but he knew Cassian well. Even if Ashton managed to survive this killing blow, he would still die. Thomas also knew that Cassian hadn't yet revealed his full strength. Plus, this chance to humiliate Lawrence was something he had no intention of letting slip away. Lawrence said firmly, "Let's wager the legendary Sentinel Blade from your organization. What do you think? As for me, I'll stake the Sover

"Let's see if you can escape from me," Brett asked while looking around him. There are eight small blades in his hands. He considers these as his new favorite toys since he bought them from an auction in New York. The eight blades are made from high qualiy stone and they are worth million dollars. Brett only brought these treasures because he wanted to show these off to Adam and Chandler later. But it seems he'll use them as his weapon this time.

Screamed our defiant Centurion as we marched through the throng of our retreating fear stricken comrades, many covered in a terrifyingly large splatters of blood. As we neared our enemy, it became clear that we were not facing one of the usual sorts as the ring of its engine and whirl of its blade confirmed it so. It stood at the height of Three Men, suspended on six large steel limbs that had blades at its feet. It had arms that wielded two terrifyingly large spinning blades all twirling so fast that it seemed to be releasing a torrent of blinding reflecting lights It was a Faith Breaker.

Emris pulled his fist out of the broken mirror with a bitter scoff. "You had us all completely fooled." "I'm not your enemy, Emris." Faye sighed. " I'll be the judge of that. And right now, I see no reason to believe a word you say." "Fine, then I'll give you a reason to." Faye shrugged. "George Halter, he's the warrior commander here right?" "How do you know that?" "I'm from the Blood Shield Pack, remember? The one with the Aster family. I know some things that'll greatly benefit the Lycan race -starting with the traitors amongst you."

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.