Assassin's Blade Kindle Novels & Stories

He pesters me as I struggle with myself to at least be able to wiggle my fingers. I hate him. I hate him so much. No particular reason as to why they want him dead? His words right now are enough reasons. What part made me this unconscious? Was it the hit? Or was it the fact that I cut myself? Was it my blood? I have bled one too many times. Aunt Kitra made sure I never had my trainings easy. “What is an assassin if you cannot fight the same death you have made your job?” He continues to pester me as he increases his pressure on my foot.

People thought killing was loud and always required spilling blood. It didn’t . If you knew how the body worked, all you needed was timing, pressure, and the right conversation. And I was about to initiate the right conversation. Raina’s dad leaned right beside me at the edge of the terrace, one hand resting on the railing, the other wrapped around a glass he hadn’t finished. His breathing was steady—for now. “You don’t look like you enjoy crowds,” he said. “I don’t,” I replied.

He throws the body of the attacker off me like he's flinging a paper doll. They fly across the room and crash into the wall, the purple blade skittering across the floor. Tristan storms in and I hear the growl that rips out of his throat, "You picked the wrong fucking night." The assassin doesn't waste a beat. They sprint for the balcony. I watch the blade whizz through the air, pulled by an unnatural force, like a boomerang returning back into the attacker's hand. I scramble up, "Don't let her escape!"

Lyra whispered urgently. "They aren't just drones," Valerius whispered, his violet eyes glowing with a terrifying clarity. "I can smell them. The Black-Sun Assassins. They’ve bypassed your static. They're already in the basement." At that exact moment, the reinforced doors at the end of the corridor twisted violently then exploded inward. Three figures stepped through the flames. Each assassin held a weapon. Dusk-Blades—weapons designed to sever the connection between a shifter and their primordial form.

Her glossy auburn hair was tightly pulled back, wrapped in a braid at the base of her neck. She only reminded me of the blade I had as well, given to me by Isaiah before he had left with Mera. It was a kind gesture considering I barely had a clue on how to use the thing. Either way, if the Assassin got her hands on me, this blade could quickly become my salvation.

The sound of blade slicing flesh rang out continuously. Blood splattered across the pure white snow, like blooming red plum blossoms. Ten seconds. Only ten seconds. When Eira halted, all twelve Dark Blood assassins lay dead in the snow. Each had a bone-deep slit across their throat. The lead assassin knelt on the ground, clutching his gushing neck, staring fixedly at Eira with lifeless eyes. He tried to speak, but his severed windpipe could only let out raspy gasps. Eira stepped before him, looking down coldly.

Would be use as an evidence. Back then as an assassin, I always made sure I destroy every proof that I have. Every single one of them, I don't ever leave any trail or something that could stand as a weapon against me. I am always careful. There was this particular book that caught my eye, is actually the title that piqued my interest... The book title is, *The kidnapping of five kids.* This is so gross, killing people wasn't enough, he actually... Kidnapped kids! My father is a real psycho.

“Then I guess we better give him what he wants. Rogue, take out the needles.” Rogue gives me a knowing smile before he opens up a satchel and removes several six-inch needles. The needles look like knitting needles, but instead of hooks at the end, they’re sharp and extremely painful. Rogue was the first Assassin that I brought on when I became the South American Board Director. The first thing I taught Rogue was how to use the needles for the purpose of torture. I use the needles to dig them into vital organs, which causes slow, excruciating pain to run through my victim’s nervous systems. It’s a very painful way to die. Rogue prefers to use a gun, but I enjoy my needles.

I stood up and examined her lifeless body on the wooden floor and a smile creeped into my lips before I walked out of the small wooden house. After sitting in the car, I first took off my hand gloves then placed my gun into my duffle bag then brought out the bloody knife and stared at it. The blood stain on this knife made a smile creep into my lips once again as I remembered how I so easily stabbed her. I looked into my bag and took out a piece of white cloth which had a few dried out blood stains from my previous victims and wiped the boys off it before it could dry. After I finished cleaning it, I placed it into my bag, zipped it up and placed it at the back of the driver's seat.

I muttered caressing her neck and she made the mistake of baring it to me. My teeth elongated and I plunged them into her soft neck. I smelled her fear in the air but it was too late to stop me. My claws elongated, I used them to break her spine as I tore her throat open with my canines. Her blood oozed out soaking my tuxedo. The choking smell suddenly started fading while her lifeless body fell on the floor. I released a heavy breath. Goddess Luna, this felt better. Before I could go to the restroom, Aslan entered holding a plastic bag.