Novel & Cerita Assassin's Blade Series Order

Now it was the assassins’ turn to run for their lives. High above, Shadow Blade, silent until now, gave a cold order: “Take them alive.” ***

One assassin slashed toward her neck— she sidestepped smoothly and buried a dagger directly beneath his chin. Dead before he hit the ground. The third assassin rushed Serena from behind. He was too fast!! A blade slashed across Serena’s back. Pain exploded through her. She snarled and spun violently, claws tearing through the assassin’s mask and face. The attacker staggered— then kicked Serena directly into a tree. The impact knocked air from her lungs. The assassin rushed again, this time his claws raised. Then suddenly— Mira appeared behind him. A dagger slid cleanly across his throat and blood splattered across the leaves.

Number five on the assassin leaderboard, Midnight Wind. Number six on the assassin leaderboard, Savage. Number seven on the assassin leaderboard, Grim Reaper. Number nine on the assassin leaderboard, Scorpion. Number ten on the assassin leaderboard, Death Dance. Apart from the deceased Black Snake and the first on the assassin leaderboard, the Assassin King, James had recruited almost all of the top ten assassins. “Black Dragon, you promised to give us ten billion dollars.” The Wanderer ranked fourth on the assassin leaderboard requested the 10 billion dollars promised by James.

Bianca Salvatore has spent her entire life learning one thing: never trust anyone. Raised in foster homes and shaped by a childhood she would rather forget, Bianca had built herself into what had become the nightmare of even the most powerful men in the underworld —a highly skilled, cold-blooded assassin with a reputation for never failing a contract. Then she is given the contract of a lifetime: kill Luca Vincenzo, the ruthless and untouchable leader of the most powerful mafia cartel in Boston. Luca is everything Bianca has been trained to kill—dangerous, calculating, wealthy, and seemingly impossible to kill. When Bianca's assassination attempt goes wrong, she finds herself at L

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!

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

Assassin's pov⚔ I continued climbing through the wall leading to the princess's window. It took me a while to get settled in and come up with the perfect strategy. I jumped into the bathroom through the sizeable window. I held the knife properly and walked to the door. Immediately I touched the door knob, my phone beeped in my pocket. Sh°t! Who the f•••k is calling me on a night like this??? I picked the call and stepped away from the door. ☎ Its me, Sir Blade...

The mist hissed corrosively the moment it touched stone. “Lay a finger on her, and you get through me first!” Serena gritted her teeth, fierce wind primal power erupting under her feet. She charged straight at the assassin leader with her blade raised. Yet the gap in cultivation rank was undeniable. Even Serena could not withstand the joint assault of five Commander Realm assassins. Blades clashed sharply. A violent surge of dark power sent Serena staggering backward several steps. Her palm split open, nearly making her drop her weapon. A deep gash sliced across her left shoulder, and venom quickly blackened the flesh around the wound.

The low attack came first, a curved blade slicing towards my leg. I jumped. At the same moment the second assassin lunged for my chest. Still midair, I grabbed the attacker's arm and used his own momentum against him. The assassin's body flew forward, ramming directly into his partner. The two collided violently. Before they could get up, I landed between them, claws erupting from my fingertips. I smirked to their faces as their eyes widened behind the masks. “Too late to back out now.” I swiped. Three deep gashes tore across their throat.

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.