Assassin's Cerulean Dagger Novels & Stories

I growled, stepping toward the bars. "You should ask the man coughing up blood on your floor, not the woman you have locked in a cage," she said. She slowly let go of the blade, letting it clatter to the stone. She didn't wince. She simply wiped her bloodied palms on her trousers and sat back down in the shadows, as if an assassination attempt was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. I turned to the assassin. He was foaming at the mouth, his eyes rolling back. Cyanide. Before he went limp, I pulled back his sleeve. There, branded into the flesh of his inner wrist, was a small, twisted serpent’s head.

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

Tonight, they would test their skill against the princess. “Silent as the grave,” the assassin whispered, pressing a gloved hand against the cold stone ledge. “No mistake. No mercy.” The moonlight reflected off the silver seal on the assassin’s dagger, the same one Seraphine had commissioned in secrecy. A single mistake, and Aurelia would be no more.

Mathew reported. "Aser?" Cassie called out. "Babe, do you copy?" Aser couldn't have copied because he was deep in the fight. He didn't shift fully so he could use his hand to hold a gun and a claw to tear them apart. He moved faster than the mercenaries could track and would have ripped a man to pieces before they even knew what they were facing. One of the assassins observed that it was Aser doing the most damage, so he yelled for the others to cover him as he put a red laser on him for Target.

It was time to take an oath, and seal my choice to become a member of Raventhorne pack. There was no turning back now. Asher placed the small wooden box on the table before me. He opened it to reveal a crooked dagger with a bright crimson crystal at its top. Its gold handle was lined with what I could only describe as thin black veins. “Take it. Give yourself a cut,” he instructed. After a moment of hesitation, I picked up the dagger and brought the sharp edge to my hand giving myself a nick.

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

answered Celestia. Cole stared at the Diatanium dagger in her hands as if he were possessed. He had heard of the legends surrounding this dagger. It was an extremely sharp blade that was used for executions. Countless men had suffered their demise under this very same blade. Cole realized that his chances of assassinating Caspian would rise significantly as long as he could manage to get close to Caspian with this weapon. He turned his fiery gaze toward Celestia and asked, "Why do you have a Diatanium dagger?"

Hayden said with a devilish smirk, "Do you wish to marry her and have little black haired babies? Or should I say the red head I hear you've been running around with?" Nicolas came very close to yelling at his annoying cousin when a voice interrupted their exchange. They looked at the foot soldier that had come talked to them. "Your highnesses," He said, "Sorry for the interruption but I found something I think would be of interest to you." He produced a short throwing dagger with very sharp looking edges and a plain black hilt. It felt balanced and light weighted for easy throwing. "An assassin's blade." He said with finality, "Send a bird to Lord Aegar and make it short."

I nodded continuously. "Anyways I wanted to personally give you this," He said before he brought out a cloth from his track trousers. He handed me the clothes and I opened it up. It was a dagger made from silver. The handle had a dragon carving. "The dragon of el Dorado," I said to myself. I looked up at him. Why would he get me this? It was more than the price of the Mansion. It was a dagger used by the first female assassin of crystal city. "Must have cost a fortune," I managed to say.

"This will do. I'll prefer this dagger than to run out with bullets." This dagger was handed by Cerulean which he saw from the basement way back. He says that this dagger suited me. Its tip was sharp, that one contact with it, it can penetrate in someone's skin. The stillness of its shape was a guise that anyone wouldn't know what's lurking beneath the surface. Wielding this, the dagger flickered dangerously more than its contour. I was driven by my deep recalling, hence, when I peeped at him, he was looking at me with strange emotion in his eyes. There's something in his depths that I can't point a finger on.