Assassin's Blade Kindle Novels & Stories

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

A blade gleamed silver black, quickly rushing for my throat. I rolled, fury and instinct taking over my body. The dagger kissed my cheek, sending fire across my skin, but missed my jugular by a whisper. “Kale!” I screamed, though I knew he was too weak to rise. The assassin snarled, mask glinting in the torchlight, his movements sharp and precise...trained, not a common rogue. His second strike came for my heart, but I caught his wrist, claws digging deep. Blood spilled, and still he pushed, eyes glowing faintly with a red I knew too well. Ritual blood.

I said softly, “they should not slither where fire waits.” From the darkness, steel hissed free. And from the shadows behind them, Cassian moved. His sword flashed silver, cutting through silence with lethal grace. The first assassin lunged for me, only to be caught mid-step Cassian’s blade drove through his chest, the sound wet and final. The second spun, striking low, but I had already seized the fallen dagger. I caught his wrist, twisting hard. Bone cracked, and his weapon clattered to the floor. I drove my knee into his gut, sending him sprawling.

Another slumped against the wall. And someone standing over my child. The assassin turns slowly. Calm. Masked. “Too late,” he says. I don’t remember screaming, but my throat burns. Kieran lunges. Too far. Too slow. The assassin moves fast. A blade flashes. Blood splashes. Small hands clench. The blade drops. Silence crashes down. The assassin falls but not before the damage is done. I rush forward, my knees hitting the ground. I gather my child into my arms.

the assassin sneered in a raspy and distorted voice. The assassin raised a jagged steel blade high into the air and prepared to drive it down into Conrad's neck. "Hey! Stop right there before I scream for the King!" I shouted from the bushes and reached for a broken iron trellis spike lying in the dirt next to me.

Taking a gamble, I release my grip on one of my daggers. The dagger fell to the floor with a clink and as Nash's line of focus fell to the dagger while it fell, I reached to my back and pulled out a switchblade from the belt to deliver the final blow. The switchblade was already aiming for Nash's throat when I saw it from the corner of my eye. The movement was too fast and my body, unable to react in time, convulsed when a kneecap slammed straight into my unguarded solar plexus. The impact had sent me crashing into the wall behind as if I was a mere sheet of paper. I was by no means light but Nash was that powerful.

No matter what he asked, he didn't say anything, seemed to have gone crazy, just kept screaming in fear. "Hmm, slaughtering Fair State didn't kill Ren, what an assassin with rules." The man curled his lips slightly, forming a wild enchanting curve. Not killing people is part of the mission and letting the opponent witness the whole process, which is extravagant enough. “Continue to check.” “Yes.” Kento reverently retreated, silently sweating, for some reason the boss was interested in such a brutal assassin. --- ------ ------ ------ ------ ------ ------ ------ ----- --- H city airport, China.

With a discordant scream of rending metal, my mana sword sliced through his steel blade, cleaving it in two. The assassin staggered back, his eyes wide with disbelief above the mask, staring at the useless hilt. That single moment of shock was the only opening I needed. I thrust my arm forward. The blade of light shot from my grasp, piercing clean through his chest. He crumpled to his knees, a horrible gurgling sound escaping his lips before he collapsed face-first onto the stone floor. Silent. Still.

But he was close. Too close. I had to move faster. *** Later that night I went to the mattress and retrieved the blade. It was small but razor sharp. The metal caught the light faintly as I tested the weight in my palm. It wasn’t for attack, it was a message for something. A promise. The assassin was in play. But there was no timeline. No plan yet. Just that question: "Are you still willing?" A breeze drifted through the window crack. The fireplace has burned to low embers.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.