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It had identified the highest-value targets: the unconscious, glowing Code-Born kids. It lunged. I didn't think. I stepped directly into its path, raising my heavy pistol with both hands. I squeezed the trigger three times in rapid succession. BANG. BANG. BANG. The Striker didn't even try to dodge. It simply raised the harmonic blade. The high-frequency vibration caught the heavy kinetic rounds in mid-air, slicing the lead slugs perfectly in half. The ruined bullets sparked harmlessly against the walls behind it. The assassin raised the humming blade, stepping into my guard to finish me.

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

And highly illegal. The smudge elongated. Solidifying into a thin, wiry frame clad in matte-black fiber. The assassin didn't make a sound. He didn't even have a scent. He held a jagged sliver of obsidian—a Null-blade, designed to bypass Barzil-armor and sever the spinal cord of a sleeping target. He reached for the door handle. The fool. He was risking execution to kill a girl who wasn't even there. I moved. I didn't roar. I didn't announce my presence. I simply detached myself from the wall and became the crushing weight of the world.

There was a glint of light and the soft sound of a blade leaving its scabbard as the woman took out a simple yet beautifully handcrafted dagger. The blade was made out of a silver like glass and curved at the tip. The blade had never seen blood before. The handle was made out of some kind of brass and it was wrapped in a soft, tanned leather. It was well made, it being from one of the best blacksmiths in the land of huskarian.

The blade that would have taken her through the throat instead carved a line of fire across her left shoulder. She rolled. Came up on her feet. Turned. Faced them. --- The assassin was not large. That was the first thing Luna registered. She had expected large. Expected the kind of physical mass that announced itself. The assassin was her height. Slender. Dressed in close-fitting black that absorbed the ambient light of the Holy Lands the same way the Scorchmark's glass absorbed heat. *Armor,* Luna realized. Not cloth. Armor designed to look like cloth.

The lack of food and water was taking its toll, her limbs growing heavy and sluggish. But she refused to give up. With a roar of fury, Valia lunged, her body a blur of motion. She twisted mid-air, vanishing from his line of sight, and drove her blade deep into his gut. He doubled over, his eyes wide with shock and pain. Valia wrenched the blade, feeling the warm gush of blood on her hands. The assassin collapsed to the ground, his life bleeding out into the damp earth. Valia stood over him, her chest heaving, her blade dripping with his blood.

My fingers gripped his neck, piercing his skin. "Let me die," he muttered. "Like death will give you relief," I spat. "And I already know they are alive! What are the names of the nobles?" Broderick opened his mouth, but instead of telling me the name I needed to hear, his breath fell from his lungs and into my face. His heart stopped, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Oh, a record," the Assassin said passively as he tapped his watch. "FUCK!" I threw Broderick's body to the ground. My foot kicked into his side until sweat beaded on my brow. Taking one of the Assassin's knives, I stabbed Broderick's heart repeatedly until I was pulled away. "Fucking hell! Let me go!"

Asha was a Beta and normally trained on the other side of the training field with the rest of the pack, unlike Layla who trained alone with Adrian because she was trained for a specific purpose. Ever since she could remember, Blake had made sure that she was trained by his best warriors, trained to be an assassin. From the time he had rescued her as a child, Blake told her how her entire family had been murdered by the Alpha of the Black Water Pack, Seth Black Water. Both her parents, along with the rest of her pack, had been slaughtered and wiped out by Alpha Seth and the Black Water Pack and Layla had sworn to take revenge for her parent’s deaths. She had trained for the last ten years for

"It's one of the best-selling novels this year. The main characters are assassins and mercenaries, which made the book have a lot of blood and gore, and dark humor. The pacing and plot are great as well as the characters. It has a bit of romance, going from enemies to lovers." "Oh." Now, that caught my attention. "Definitely my type of story." I flipped the book to read its description on the back. "That's actually the last of the Agnis Trilogy." She fetched a couple of books from where I pulled the one on my hand and placed both over it. "First is The City of Flame, next is The Kingdom of Blades, and this, of course, is last." She tapped the books one by one. "Ah, thank you for telling, but

He was moving through the chaos with purpose. Heading straight for Kade. Her chest seized. “Kade—left!” she roared through the bond. He turned just in time. The masked assassin’s blade sang through the air, catching Kade across the shoulder instead of the throat. Blood sprayed, hot and dark, the scent of silverbane burning Lena’s senses. Her world narrowed to red.