Assassin's Cerulean Dagger Novels & Stories

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.

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."

"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.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

“Someone tried to kill me.” I dragged him into an empty corridor before anyone could overhear and pulled out the dagger wrapped in cloth. His reaction was instant, and all the color drained from his face. “That’s—” He swallowed hard. “Aklan. How did you get that?” “The assassin dropped it when she bolted.” He shook his head like he was trying to dislodge the thought. “No. This can’t be the real one. No one should have access to it. It was locked, hidden. This—there’s just no way.”

Said he'd loved me all along. I crushed his jaw under my heel. He'd never speak again. Through the new mate bond, I could feel Darius slipping. His vital signs were dropping. He needed deep treatment now. I had no time left for the trash at my feet. I picked up the assassin's silver dagger—the one still wet with bloodroot—and stabbed both of them. "You wanted to play this game. Die in it." Bloodroot took them in seconds. Blood from their eyes, their ears, their mouths. Gone.

Time slowed. Darian threw himself forward, his shield rising, but the strike never landed—Kaelen’s dagger sank into the assassin’s throat before the blade reached her. The man collapsed at her feet, his blood staining the stones where she stood crowned. Gasps rippled through the hall. Kaelen’s voice cut like a blade. “Test her again, and you’ll join him.” Silence fell. Serenya stood tall, the crown burning against her skin, the assassin’s blood seeping toward her boots. She looked over the hall, over allies and doubters alike, and spoke with a voice that carried no hesitation.