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Caleb growled, his voice a low, terrifying vibration that made the metal floor grumble. The Assassin’s eyes, pale and completely pupil-less, widened in genuine shock. "A beast of the lower dirt… holding the Night-Severing Blade with his bare hands? Impossible." "I'm the King of the dirt," Caleb snarled, twisting his wrist. The shadow-blade shattered into a dozen fragments. Caleb stepped past Scarlett, placing his massive body entirely between her and the threat, his chest expanding as he prepared to rip the Assassin apart. But the Assassin didn't retreat. He floated backward, his feet never touching the ground, a cruel, elegant smile touching his lips. He looked past the raging Lycan and loc

The hall burst into different sounds; screams, anguish, the thunder of metal on metal– sword against sword, bladed against blades and swords against blades. My blade arched, slashing through the air, I pivoted in one single breath, swiftly fucking and changing position, the dagger finally finding home. The assassin's eyes widened like he'd never believed that he would die that way, then he stilled, his body losing movement then darkness until his body crumpled like a pack of cards at my feet. My guard, Marcell, caught the First envoy, the tall one, he caught him off balance, lifted him and slammed him down.

My eyes trailed lower, to the curved blade at their hip. They looked like an— Assassin. Just as I stumbled back, they unsheathed the blade. Jeweled at the hilt, it glinted wickedly, as though it knew it was seconds away from drawing blood. There was a sonic boom as something in the house exploded. The floor shook beneath my feet hard enough to send me toppling over. It was by some miracle that I didn’t drop my dad’s compass. My ears rang as I scrambled upright, only to be knocked sideways when the Assassin plowed into me.

The sound of fracturing carbon-fiber armor and snapping bone echoed through the lab as the assassin was lifted off the ground, crashing violently into a row of metal storage lockers fifty feet away. The fourth assassin panicked, discarding his heavy rifle and drawing a high-frequency vibro-blade from his hip. He lunged at Rhys’s throat, but Rhys simply raised his left arm. The vibro-blade slammed against the dense carbon-fiber plates of the moonstone wraps, emitting a shower of bright orange sparks.

His blade caught the second assassin across the chest, spraying blood in an arc of silver-edged death. Azric shimmered into view behind the fountain, eyes glowing, power crackling around him like an electrical storm looking for someone to murder. “You left the suite,” he growled inside my mind, his voice like thunder barely restrained. “I needed air,” I croaked, blood dripping from my lip. “You almost got killed.” “I noticed.” Sevrin kicked one of the assassins down hard, pressing his boot to the man’s throat. “How many more of these snakes do they have?”

⸻ The words blurred before Alessio’s eyes. “Archive…” he whispered. “What exactly is it?” ⸻ The Raven didn’t answer. Instead… He looked toward the Oath Blade. The blue glow surrounding it had become brighter. The weapon seemed almost… Alive. ⸻ Suddenly— Alessio’s vision blurred. His grip tightened around the dagger. A violent pain exploded inside his head. Memories. Hundreds of them. Not his own. Faces he had never seen. Kings. Queens. Soldiers. Children.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

I said as I gently picked up the knife that had fallen beside me. Before becoming a professional assassin, you must attend several training sessions in order to master all of the techniques that an assassin must know and study, and one of those techniques is that when one area of your body is vulnerable, you must think of another strategy to strike your opponent. "B*tch, don't be too arrogant or you'll end up at Satan's door!" My assailant had laughed at my confidence once more. "Oh please, don't joke about it because you'll regret it, I swear," I said to my assailant, "because you'll be the one to wind up on Satan's doorstep, honey," I said coldly.

In the private room with her, I could see her whole body trembling when I touched her like she hadn’t been touched in years. Just as she was about to press the drink to her lips, my handler, Silas, spoke to me through my AirPods to pause the mission I immediately took the glass from her and poured the contents over my chest, and she thought it was part of the act, not knowing she almost drank herself to her own death. Just in case Silas needed me to complete the job subsequently, I left a card with my number on it and with how harsh her breathing was and the desire in her eyes, I doubted it would go unused

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.