Assassin's Blade Series Order Novels & Stories

Not unstable. The assassin’s blade came down..A pulse exploded from my palm. The force slammed into him midair. His body flew backward. The blade shattered against the chamber floor. Gasps erupted around me. The attacker crashed into one of the council pillars hard enough to crack stone. Before he could rise, the Lycan Commander was already there. A blur. A growl. Steel flashed. The assassin never got a second chance. The chamber erupted. “Protect the council!” “Seal the doors!”

Even more blood fell with the rain. Just like that, 20 assassins from the Shadow Blade had all been wiped out. They didn't even manage to keep Ashton occupied for ten minutes. The deadly array trapping Ashton naturally dissipated. Ashton turned his gaze toward the direction of the Apex Arena and sneered. "It's finally time for the show to begin. This time, I'll be sure to make an even bigger killing." Wild ferocity and bloodlust surged through his eyes as he formed an even more flawless plan.

"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.

Then his face darkened. “You should’ve let her die. Now the old blood burns again. The prophecy is breathing. And she’s remembering the Whispered Blade.” Kael’s jaw clenched. That name. The secret order Ariya had built in silence. Assassins loyal only to her. Warriors trained not just to fight, but to disappear when ordered. He had trained them himself. She had made him Commander of the Blade. And their enemies had hunted them for it. “She was supposed to forget all of that,” Kael said coldly.

"Y-Ye—" "Did I fucking say you could speak?" Nate suddenly brought the knife close to Dante's face, noticing that his eyes had diverted and were stuck on the sharp edge. "What did I say would happen if you disobey order, huh?" He twirled the knife before slowly approaching it towards Nate's shoulder, seeing his eyes follow that direction as well. "You weren't listening, we're you?" He gently placed the blade onto Dante's skin, not pressing hard enough to cause any wound. But then, his face contorted and he spat, "Then I'll make you listen to me—" "Stop!"

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

But I didn't, not when all I was focused on as she started to circle the edge of my desk, was bending her ass over my desk and screwing my self into her body and soul, leaving her wrecked only to fix her back together. Kayla walked between me and the desk, the smell of orange blossom and vanilla filling my nose as she lifted her ass onto my desk, legs dangling just in front of my knees. "If this is what it'll take to stop you from breathing down my neck, then sure." she said softly. Locking her eyes with mine, she slipped her sandals off her feet, her tits spilled over her dress in the process, giving me more than an eye-full of her pale, milky tits.

“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.

How pathetic. I remember the first time I made her kill someone. A smirk forms on my lips as I recall the details of the encounter. It was a life or death situation, a kill or be killed. I felt my d**k twitch threatening to bust through my zipper. The sight of her being covered in blood with scratches and bruises all over her had me rock hard. I saw her innocence leave from her eyes as she cut the man's throat and began stabbing him repeatedly. That's when I found the perfect job for her, something that would actually make her useful. Since that day, she's become my personal assassin. A great one, too.

I will make sure that this time, I can execute my plan well. So before midnight, I was already out of the manor with my horse and sword. With four years of being an assassin, I could travel in night time without any effort. Darkness is part of an assassin's life since most of the time, we do our job in the dark. I reigned my horse to a stop when I saw who was standing before the glistening river under the bright moon. His back was on me, calm and still as he stood there. He didn't move from where he is even though I'm sure he is already aware of my presence. I unmounted my horse at once and walked towards him.