Assassin's Blade Series Order Novels & Stories

“Jesus! That kid never runs out of energy, does he?” A chuckle escapes my lips at his amazement. “Connor is definitely in a league of his own.” Declan looks down at his feet then back at me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looks nervous. Licking my lips, I lift my knees to my chest, wrap my arms around them and take a deep breath. “What are you?” I ask the question that has been niggling in the back of my mind since she showed up at the mansion. His brow quirks, but he maintains an even expression. “What do you mean?” Puffing out a breath, I throw back the covers and rise from the bed. “Wow,” I mutter out in disbelief. “Are we really going to play this game, Declan? Well, let me brea

I cried as I caught the flash of a dagger in the moonlight. The unknown woman slashed the dagger toward Selene, but my mate was faster. Selene dodged the attack, grabbing the woman’s wrist in the process and snapping it. The sickening crack of bone echoing through the night. I watched as Selene slammed her knee into the woman’s chest, leaning to whisper something in her ear before shifting her fingers to claws and tearing the woman’s throat out. “Do you have a death wish or something?” She screeched, turning toward where I sat clutching my side. “You were warned that assassins were coming, and you throw yourself at the first one you see?”

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

She swore again and whirled, lashing out with her own broad-sword, aiming to decapitate the assassin - but the blade merely passed through. Ambrose's eyes went wide, just as a Shadow leaped toward him. Their dark blades a blur of flashing steel and mist. He grit his teeth, meeting each attack with his sword - these were no ordinary Shadows, he realised. Out of the corner of his vision, he saw both Lord Daemon and Ravyn launch themselves toward the two remaining Shadows. Ravyn's elegant face set in a feral snarl as she battled with what could have been her twin, with the black hair and dark blades.

Assassins. I rose, shift ripping through my bones in a heartbeat. Gold seared my vision, claws split from my hands. “Guards!” My roar shook the stone. No answer. Only more blades. They fanned out, circling me with the patience of predators. Not amateurs. Trained. Coordinated. Betrayal, then. The first struck. Fast. Silent. His blade barely cleared its sheath before my claws ripped his chest open, ribs cracking under the blow. Another darted in low. I pivoted, claws hooking under his jaw, tearing his throat in one clean pull. Blood sprayed across the maps, staining neat lines of empires with ruin.

Assassins, masked, cloaked, their blades whispering free. Saraphina’s dagger was already in her hand. One figure lunged at her, silent and precise. She sidestepped, caught his wrist, and drove her blade under his arm. He gasped, staggered, fell. The freed roared in panic and defiance, some seizing broken boards, others hurling crates. Lucian met another assassin head on, steel ringing in the half-light. His blade swept fast, parried, then struck deep. Blood sprayed the floorboards. His voice cut through the storm. “Hold the line! Do not scatter!”

And right in the middle of them, cloaked in black and unmistakable, was my father. Rage surged through me, hot enough to make me reckless, but there wasn’t time to think. Steel clashed against steel, claws tore through flesh, and the air filled with snarls and screams. “Stay behind me!” Aether barked, but I didn’t listen. My blood raged louder than his voice. The fight was brutal. One of the Assassins hit Laziel across the chest, Laziel howled and swung his sword, his blade catching the assassin in the throat. Aether charged through the next one, his movements fast and precise, until only one remained.

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.

Jim decisively seized this opportunity, swung the Snow-Cutting Blade that had been suppressed for a long time, and a burst of dazzling light erupted. "Soul Pursuit!" The Snow-Cutting Blade, accompanied by a sonic explosion, fast as lightning, struck towards Sebastian's head. At the critical moment, Sebastian used the 'Shadow Step,' his figure flashing and disappearing, leaving behind only an afterimage in the original position. The Snow-Cutting Blade unexpectedly swung at thin air! And Sebastian, utilizing the acceleration from the Shadow Step, closed in on Jim. Seizing the moment when Jim couldn't retract his blade in time, he aimed for the throat!

I said as I gently picked up the knife that had fallen beside me. Before becoming a professional assassin, you must attend several training sessions in order to master all of the techniques that an assassin must know and study, and one of those techniques is that when one area of your body is vulnerable, you must think of another strategy to strike your opponent. "B*tch, don't be too arrogant or you'll end up at Satan's door!" My assailant had laughed at my confidence once more. "Oh please, don't joke about it because you'll regret it, I swear," I said to my assailant, "because you'll be the one to wind up on Satan's doorstep, honey," I said coldly.