Assassin's Blade Series Order Novels & Stories

Soo-ah drew a gun from his boot and fired — two shots, both missing as Red King spun through the air like fire given form. Blades clashed. Steel screamed. Devin caught the Red King’s knife on his own, twisting hard and pushing him back. Soo-ah circled from the side, but the assassin was too fast. He turned on Yuri. She raised the dagger just as he struck — their weapons clanged, and red sparks burst into the air. The room glowed red. Yuri’s eyes widened. “The prophecy—!” The dagger flashed. Time slowed. Then — a voice, low and ancient, echoed through their skulls:

But before he was able to do that, he heard two footsteps behind him that seemed to have struggled before he stabbed Eros. He shouted in disbelief that he was able to stab the mafia boss. The lights in the arena turned on one after the other. "You missed," Eros murmured behind his ear again, making him jump a little. He turned around and saw Eros standing there with a mischievous smirk. His lips shivered as he looked back at the person he stabbed. His eyes widened and his knife fell to the ground. "You killed my brother!" Eros looked behind and the assassin who held his arms earlier was the one who shouted.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

They looked to be in disarray and falling over each other by now. She stepped back into the fray attacking the closest man who had tripped over his own colleague who she had just deflected his sword. She stabbed her dagger into his eye socket and hastily pulled it free. She then stepped into the four men left and slashed one man’s inner thigh. Leanunya then dodged a stab and pulled the attacker so he attacked and stabbed his own ally. She then stabbed the back of the man’s neck when he passed by her and looked at the remaining man. She watched as he turned to run but lunged forward stabbing him in the back where his heart was supposed to be. She removed her blade and looked over the dead men

He was such a powerful being, and yet he couldn’t hold up to the Tyr’s casual flick of a wrist. An army knife was thrown Tyr’s way alongside a dagger. With a sideways glance, Tyr outmaneuvered the army knife that was coming down upon him and then disarmed the person with the dagger by snatching it away. Splat! The dagger in Tyr’s hand pierced through Emerald Devil’s chest. The blade and its hilt penetrated Emerald Devil’s body in a single strike. In through the chest, out through the back, leaving a pair of bloody puncture holes. The top assassins on the world’s assassin rankings were nothing before Tyr Summers.

The assassin awoke quickly and leaped, staring intently at Henry. "Don't be too nervous. You wouldn't have woken up if I wanted to hurt you," Henry said casually. "Why?" the assassin asked. Henry did not answer his question. Instead, he said, "Sven Cuthman, also known as the Seven Blades. You're not affiliated with any assassin organization and are ranked 26th on the assassin-ranking list." "How do you know me?" With a faint smile, Henry said, "You told me." "Impossible! I don't even know you!"

Right now, Mistaken Fox was at level 25 while the Stone Axe Minotaur was at level 24. ******* SC Pier City, Sanming Assassins Branch HQ. After the troubles caused by Blade Warlord recently, the entire branch was currently under the control of the vice branch leader. At least, that's how it looked on the surface. In actuality, Blade Warlord had already turned the majority of the upper brass for the Assassin Branch into his followers, so while it appeared that he was demoted in the eyes of the other branch leaders, nothing had truly changed in reality.

Antonio lifted two fingers and Ghost and Shade moved like unleashed hounds. Shade’s blade flashed—quick, brutal, quiet. Ghost’s silenced gun coughed death into the air. The assassins storming in barely got a chance to fire before three were dropped, and another had his throat slit open. The windows were shattered from the multiple rounds of shots fired by snipers. One of the assassins lunged at Antonio, but before he could pull the trigger, Antonio swiftly moved and caught his wrist mid-air, twisted and snapped his arm, causing the assassin to scream. He snatched his gun, drove it into the assassin’s mouth, and fired.

His scream choked off in his throat before he fell face-first into the sand, twitching once, then still. Silence… Only one remained. … The Assassin leader cracked his neck slowly, the sound echoing like breaking timber. He flexed his wrists, hopped lightly on his toes. His boots dragged across the sand as his eyes burned with hatred. The crowd stirred. Anana’s white gaze locked on him. The duel began. The leader struck first. He was fast… faster than the assassins before him. His blades gleamed as they darted and sliced. He struck from the left, from the right, overhead, underhand. His body moved with a predator’s grace, venom dripping from his steel claws.

The blade struck the shield with a deafening crack, sparks of silver and black energy exploding outward, illuminating the bloodied faces of Gale, Levi, and the guardians. The assassin recoiled, its borrowed body convulsing as the void eyes widened in surprise. "The Shadowed One... claims you," it hissed, its voice a chorus of whispers from the abyss. But Alina's shield held the bond with Gale amplifying it, his golden aura weaving through like threads of sunlight reinforcing the night. Gale lunged forward, his claws rending the assassin's throat in a swift, brutal arc. Black ichor sprayed, the body crumpling like a discarded puppet, the void eyes dimming to lifeless gray.