Assassin's Blade Series Order Novels & Stories

His body went limp. Three down. The last two assassins looked at each other. Then they ran. Orion didn't let them. He was faster. He caught the first one in three strides, grabbed him by the neck, and slammed him into the ground. The assassin's mask shattered. Orion's blade followed. Four down. The last assassin made it to the doorway. I threw my dagger. It hit him in the back of the leg. He stumbled, fell. Orion was on him before he could crawl away.

A ripple of distorted air shattered like broken glass, revealing a figure dressed in form-fitting, midnight-grey silk. The Assassin. He held a blade of pure, condensed shadow—a weapon designed to sever the soul rather than the flesh. The tip of the blade was less than an inch from Scarlett’s spine, stopped entirely by Caleb’s bare, silver-tattooed hand gripping the lethal edge. The shadow-blade hissed, trying to eat through the Lycan's flesh, but Caleb’s Alpha Qi fought back, boiling the shadow into harmless black smoke. "You missed," Caleb growled, his voice a low, terrifying vibration that made the metal floor grumble.

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.

“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.

I decided then and there to kill her father tonight. I would be killing two birds with a single stone: take down a target and gain semblance of order in my chaotic head. I didn't call a ride. I didn't need a digital trail on some company's server. I walked two blocks over to a dark parking garage and spotted a silver sedan, the most common car in the city. It was a ghost. No one looks twice at a silver sedan. I ditched the sedan in a muddy alleyway three blocks from the estate, wiped my prints, and slipped through the security blind-spot I'd rigged on my first day. I was back inside before the engine of the stolen car had even cooled.

Through subsequent killings, the aura of slaughter accumulated over time, reaching an unprecedented, almost tangible level. The Hellblade, although also a weapon of slaughter, was different from the Divine Frost Slayer Blade. According to Adrian's speculation, this blade wasn't of this world.

With one sharp kick, he knocked the blade straight from Black Wolf's hand. Black Wolf's heart sank. "You were faking sleep?" Andrew smirked. "What do you think?" From the other side of the bed, Aspen suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs, "Intruder! Someone grab the assassin!" Black Wolf cursed. "You filthy pair! I swear, I'm gonna kill you both myself!" According to the second rule of the assassin's code, you should not stick around if you missed your first strike. Instead, you had to retreat to ensure survival and live to strike again.

I lunged, grabbing George’s still-warm corpse and hoisting it in front of me as a shield. Bullets tore through his lifeless body, the impact pushing me back, but I held firm. My arms shook under the weight of the dead man, the thick scent of blood filling my nose, but I gritted my teeth and waited for the moment. The second their magazines clicked empty— I moved. Dropping George’s body, I lunged forward, my blade flashing under the dim, flickering light. The first guard barely had time to react before I plunged my knife into his throat. A choked gurgle escaped him as he staggered, crimson pouring from the deep wound.

If they where to throw me off balance even once that could throw me into deeper trouble. I felt the assassin to my left shift and it drew my attention towards him. He came barreling towards me, his sword held high in the air above him. What an idiot, he practically exposed himself with so many openings. As he approached I ran towards him, his surprise throwing him off balance as I clipped my shoulder into his stomach. As he collapsed to the ground, I reached for his blade in his hands and snapped his wrist with a fluid motion. Screaming in pain, he dropped the blade. Grinning I snatched the blade from the air as it fell, and twirled it in my hand. With out missing a beat, I dragged the blade

Blood pumped out immediately,blade fell to his knees, clutching the bloody sword with both hands. “You brat!”. He roared, pulling out the swords forcefully from Blade's stomach. He dropped dead. The other assassins tried running away,but flying arrows from nowhere struck them causing them to slump,some died while some were on the floor, groaning in pain and agony. “Get a blaze phone,I'm getting my money back”. That was when it dawned on me that he came with his men,armed men at that. One stormed from nowhere and picked Blaze's phone from the floor,he handed it over to the alpha,who started scrolling through it.