Assassin's Blade Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

I released a sigh of relief and settled on the driver's seat but then the car turned silent. "Can I ask you a question?" Leonardo broke the silence after a while. "Go ahead." I answered. "Why did you decide to become an assassin? I mean you have all your life right in front of you and you could have literally been anything else." "I didn't have the option to be anything else. I didn't even get to choose to become this, it was forced on me. He stayed silent like he was ushering me to continue with what I was saying.

Pick the black guy, Percy said to the guy by the screen stopping his movement again. The assassin in question was a very dark man with skin like coffee, and eyes that matches his skin with piercing cheeks bones, and hollow cheeks, his stare intense and deadly. His nickname 'Blade' thirty-six, been with the agency for eight years, has a rank of gamma with six hunts, and slices through his victims before they could see his blade coming, he is fast and calculating. The next Assassin picked was called Lighting a young very beautiful curvaceous woman with fiery beach blonde tresses floating down her back, parted at the center with pale liquid blue eyes that looked to have sparkles in them with a

Henry said casually. "This is our third encounter, right?" Sven asked. "Thank you for saving my life twice before. I feel so ashamed," Sven responded. "It's fate. Here, take this." Henry pulled out a book and tossed it over. He had plenty of resources because he was the Master of Golden Liberty and had previously been given opportunities. "What's this?" Sven was perplexed, but he was stunned when he saw the title on the cover. "The treasure of the assassin world—the Art of Assassination! Wait! There's also the Ghosty Steps?

I will make sure that this time, I can execute my plan well. So before midnight, I was already out of the manor with my horse and sword. With four years of being an assassin, I could travel in night time without any effort. Darkness is part of an assassin's life since most of the time, we do our job in the dark. I reigned my horse to a stop when I saw who was standing before the glistening river under the bright moon. His back was on me, calm and still as he stood there. He didn't move from where he is even though I'm sure he is already aware of my presence. I unmounted my horse at once and walked towards him.

Alessia’s hands trembled and her body trembled. Priam lifted a hand. “Guard.” A Terra soldier stepped forward, pressing a stone-forged blade to the assassin’s throat. The Emperor’s voice hardened, “Tell me who hired you.” The assassin exhaled slowly then smiled. Alessia’s breath caught. It wasn’t a smile of amusement. It was a smile of certainty. “I wasn’t hired.” Priam’s eyes narrowed,“What?” “I wasn’t hired,” the assassin repeated calmly. “I volunteered.” Eryx stiffened. “Volunteered? For what—treason?! ”

Nine smiled, catching sight of me before giving me a glass of water “I should be proud to see that you are still fit despite everything that you have been dealing with” “I was trained by the ancient assassin, what else do you expect?” I winked. Nina laughed, shaking her head at me, I nodded toward the door, shaking my head in question “what’s gotten up his panties?” Nina stayed quiet for a few seconds, nodding at me to follow her. We entered the storage room beside the kitchen and I frowned in confusion, waiting for what she was going to say. Nina barricaded the door before turning to face me, muttering a low chant under her breath “the room is now soundproof, no one can hear what we’re sayi

No sound. No hesitation. Moonlight spilled through the window, illuminating the room in pale silver. The figure stepped inside. And closed the door quietly behind them. They approached the bed slowly. Aira slept peacefully, unaware of the danger only a few feet away. The hooded figure pulled a small blade from beneath their cloak. The metal glinted faintly in the moonlight. The assassin raised the blade. Then suddenly. A deep growl filled the room. The hooded figure froze.

Rhea pov. In the little candlelight, the disguised assassin's blade flashed, a silvery streak pointed directly at my throat. I barely avoided it, skidding across the chilly stone floor as my heart banged against my ribs. The deadly accuracy of my assailant was far more impressive than the blade I had snatched from under my pillow. I didn't have time to reflect or think. Only to relocate. “I will rip off your throat.” The assassin's hoarse voice intercepted the already bloody air.

That was not the frosty chill of ice but a more ominous, spectral cold, as if they were phantoms whose very presence stirred no breeze. Yehooda Ninjutsu! The only sound was the whisper of their weapons slicing through the air, two sleek and lethal short blades in their grasp. "Ladonna, take one, I'll handle the other!" Raimundo sprang into action, his moves sharp and decisive, striking with pinpoint accuracy. His fist connected with what seemed like a mere shadow, but it was the real deal, sending one of the assassins stumbling back. As the assassin retreated, blades flickered in and out of existence, striking Raimundo's arm and ringing out like steel on steel—a testament to his ironclad phy

I cried as I caught the flash of a dagger in the moonlight. The unknown woman slashed the dagger toward Selene, but my mate was faster. Selene dodged the attack, grabbing the woman’s wrist in the process and snapping it. The sickening crack of bone echoing through the night. I watched as Selene slammed her knee into the woman’s chest, leaning to whisper something in her ear before shifting her fingers to claws and tearing the woman’s throat out. “Do you have a death wish or something?” She screeched, turning toward where I sat clutching my side. “You were warned that assassins were coming, and you throw yourself at the first one you see?”