Assassin's Cerulean Dagger Novels & Stories

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.

on all my targets; I always knew where they were. He was at a late-night gala event at a private garden. I headed to my hidden weaponry stash, picking out a long-range sniper rifle and a silencer. Today, I wasn't going for a "planned accident." I was going for a direct, unbranded bullet through the skull. An hour later, I was perched on a rooftop overlooking the garden. I blended into the shadows seamlessly, finding her father through the scope. He was sitting on a stone bench with Raina’s mother, away from the crowd.

Assassin Leader: “Bring me the blood of the royals… and my assassins will poison their holy waters. Fail me, Kaelthorn, and even the gods will not find a place to hide you.” Kaelthorn’s grin stretched wide, triumphant, his claws tapping against the table like a victory drum. Kaelthorn: “Then it is done. The Blue Moon Pack will bleed, and your son will live.” The Assassin leader clapped twice. From the shadows, a servant emerged, carrying a glass bottle in both hands. It was small, delicate and transparent as ice. Its contents shimmered faintly but bore no color, like air trapped in glass.

The others barely had time to register what happened when Liam burst out, a quintuple-edged dagger in hand. He was a shadow among them, his blade a flash of silver that danced across their wrists, disarming them of their scimitars. In moments, the hallway was a cacophony of clattering blades and piercing screams that filled the hotel. The leader, clutching his bleeding wrist, stared at Liam in horror, leaning casually against the doorframe. Liam's dagger dripped crimson. He watched the fallen assassins with an unfeeling smirk. "You think you can play assassins, skulking around in the dark?" Liam's voice dripped with scorn. With a casual flick of his wrist, a burst of steel needles whizzed th

*KAEL* Victim: Roman Russo Age: Twenty Assault Weapon: A weirdly crested dagger Suspect: Not found The crest on the dagger is totally the same. It is not a coincidence. It is the same that was on the dagger that was find on both Nino and Olivia.

I muttered caressing her neck and she made the mistake of baring it to me. My teeth elongated and I plunged them into her soft neck. I smelled her fear in the air but it was too late to stop me. My claws elongated, I used them to break her spine as I tore her throat open with my canines. Her blood oozed out soaking my tuxedo. The choking smell suddenly started fading while her lifeless body fell on the floor. I released a heavy breath. Goddess Luna, this felt better. Before I could go to the restroom, Aslan entered holding a plastic bag.