Mantis Blades Elden Ring Novels & Stories

"Tell me what I am looking at." [Warning, Host Eva! Tier 2 Mutated Variant identified: Blade-Stalker. High speed, high durability, and lethal melee capacity. Your hunting knife cannot pierce its main chest plating. Avoid direct blocks. Structural damage to the immediate ledge is critical!] "I do not plan to block, " I said through my teeth, my eyes locked onto the burning red glare of the beast's eyes. The Blade-Stalker did not wait. It let out a loud metallic hiss that made my teeth hurt and its right arm swung forward fast. The bone blade cut through the air with a whistle aiming straight for my neck.

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.

"She'll know. Missing scouts mean more coming. Maybe her lieutenants. Maybe... worse." He nodded, eyes like stars. "Then we keep fighting. One step at a time." Campfire crackled as we gathered, sharing spoils. Elias handed me an Eclipse Blade, hilt carved with a bleeding moon. "Luna, could this help us?" I touched it; Moonbane runes flared, shattering the blade. "No," I said. "But it reminds us why we fight." Night winds carried distant howls—not ours. Seraphine calling. That night, on a makeshift pallet of furs, I stared at the stars.

“Don’t get distracted, Evelyn. Keep your head!” “I know!” she snapped, but her voice wavered as her gaze fixed on the beast’s glowing eyes. It wasn’t just a predator—it was watching her, anticipating her moves, almost taunting her with its awareness. The clearing seemed to shrink as the creature closed in again, claws scraping the earth with a metallic shriek. Kael met it head-on this time, teeth bared and claws extended. Evelyn felt the surge of his presence, the connection between them vibrating through her blood. She wanted to help, wanted to leap into the fray—but a voice, instinctual and sharp, whispered to her: wait. Observe. Learn.

She just hung there, limp in the crab’s claw, water swirling around her like shadows. “You think you like the rage? Fine! Use it! But use it to fight back! Not to destroy yourself!” Cancer laughed. “Oh Pelin, forget about it. She’s mine now.” But something shifted. Manolya’s hand twitched. Then she looked up. And her eyes weren’t empty anymore. Manolya said steadily, “Rage’s Blade!” She slashed down, slicing off the smaller claw that held her like a thumb. She dropped into the water with a splash as Cancer roared.

Skylar melted inside me as his huge stature hovered over mine. “The cut is still fresh, why aren't you healing?” I asked. “I think the metal of Ambrose’s blade was forged with Wolfbane and vervain,” he responded. Shit! I know that Katana. “He calls it mors omnia,” I muttered. “It's a blade he forged the day my mother died. He said he would use it to slay his enemies, but I have never seen him use it. There must be a reason he brought it out now.”

But not a single spear broke through. The Gatekeepers stared in disbelief. Elyan smiled. "The Twin Blades do not defend one soul. They defend two." The creature roared in frustration. It gathered the shattered spears into a single enormous lance. The weapon was larger than a castle tower. Dark lightning danced around its edges. "This ends now!" It hurled the lance toward them. The world seemed to stop. Kael looked at Rhydian. "Together?" Rhydian grinned despite the danger. "There was never another plan."

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.”

It was so terrifyingly close to human, and yet so utterly, nightmarishly not. I narrowed my focus, pulling on the wellspring of my mana. A familiar heat bloomed in my palm, coalescing into a blade of shimmering lavender-pink energy. Dropping the shield, I swung the mana-sword at the creature's arm, severing it at the wrist. The dismembered hand dissolved into a cloud of writhing shadows that immediately snaked back to the stump, reforming the limb in an instant.

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.