Novel & Cerita Assassin's Blade Kindle

The blade glinted, catching the sunlight. The assassin wielding the blade reared back and aimed. Elias was preoccupied with his third kill and unaware of the blade slicing through the air at him. I moved without hesitation before I could think and used my body to shield his. A soft, pained gasp escaped from my lips as the blade sliced through my skin and buried itself down to the hilt in my chest. Time seemed to freeze, and white danced in my vision. I staggered on my feet, watching as blood soaked through my shirt to the floor.

And the longer he absorbed the Reiki, the rate of absorption increased as well. Through it all, no one noticed that he was calmly cultivating—not even the three Danmarch elders who had slipped in to assassinate him had expected their target to have blended into their own camp! Soon, Caleb extended his sense into the ring Brax provided and began to practice with the sword art manual inside. "Legiondeath Sixteen…!" His eyes narrowed as he flipped through the pages, where each style and corresponding sword art was written. For speed and assassination, it was the Windrider, Windpiercer, Windsearer, and Windblazer!

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.

“Okay, here goes. I work for a government organization of Assassins. My organization specializes in high-priority cases involving men, or women in some cases, that have done atrocious things but can escape justice because they’re wealthy and connected.” I’m shocked, speechless. At first, I think Declan’s playing some kind of trick on me, but the sober look on his face tells me otherwise. Breath hitching, I lick my lips and ask. “You're not lying, are you?” Declan shakes his head with a somber frown and tightens his fists. I can tell that he wants to touch me, but he’s unsure whether I’d be receptive. Releasing a breath, I nod my head in realization.

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

the priest added. Killian's hand clamped down on mine, pulling me behind him as several figures surged forward. Assassins. Their blades were gleaming in the dim light. They were definitely part of the priest's plan to make a solid statement. "He's mocking me," Killian snarled, shoving one man into a column hard enough to crack the stone. "No shit, Sherlock," I muttered, ducking a swipe aimed for my throat. My blade found the man's side, slicing through his rib section like butter. He collapsed, screaming.

I took the blade from him and buried the silver blade in his stomach, but then I felt the other assassins surrounding me. I knew what came next; I had played this game before, but this time I was the prey, not the predator, and I knew how the story usually ends for the prey, even if one is as dangerous as I am. Another tried to grab me. I quickly ripped one of his hands off me and swiftly somersaulted to the far end, another charged at me and then ripped off the head of the next assassin who charged at me, watching his lifeless body fall to the ground. I was surrounded, but I was not going to beg like a rat; instead, I would die like a soldier, taking as many as I can to the after life.

Those cold, heartless, malicious eyes hidden behind the mask also indicated that the guy was a skilled assassin. "You're lightning fast!" I take a step back, but the shadow accelerates even more. The flashing grey blade was almost in front of my eyes. -Clang! I raised my blade to block the assassin's blade, and the assassin's greyish blade connected with my sword fiercely. The assassin's sword fractured with a cracking sound, with some of the shards cutting into his and my faces, leaving crimson lines on both of our faces. 'His blade was razor-sharp enough to sever my skin.' This was observed by me.

A ripple of distorted air shattered like broken glass, revealing a figure dressed in form-fitting, midnight-grey silk. The Assassin. He held a blade of pure, condensed shadow—a weapon designed to sever the soul rather than the flesh. The tip of the blade was less than an inch from Scarlett’s spine, stopped entirely by Caleb’s bare, silver-tattooed hand gripping the lethal edge. The shadow-blade hissed, trying to eat through the Lycan's flesh, but Caleb’s Alpha Qi fought back, boiling the shadow into harmless black smoke. "You missed," Caleb growled, his voice a low, terrifying vibration that made the metal floor grumble.

"Prepare yourself for destruction." "I won't die, assassin. It's my fate to kill you." Twin blades exactly like the assassin's appeared in my hands. Red lightning crackled all along their honed edges. The assassin came forward, his weight causing the ground to tremble slightly. I held my stance as he brought his blades down, trying to end me with one blow. In answer, I crossed my blades, blocking his swords. Red and purple lightning flashed together. Metal grated against metal like chainsaw slicing through ice. He pressed down heavily, sending me to my knees. But Christopher had just fed me, and I was strong.