Assassin's Cerulean Dagger Novels & Stories

Elara, I can’t live without you! Clutching the bedding with all my strength, I suddenly felt a strange release below my body. Darkness crashed down before my eyes. In a haze, I saw a servant raise a silver-coated dagger and lunge forward, eyes vicious. "You ruined Serena. Go to hell!" At the instant the dagger struck, Adrian flashed in front of me. The blade plunged into his chest, and warm blood sprayed across my face. I struggled with everything I had to open my eyes, but my eyelids refused to lift. The chaos in my ears grew sharper. The assassin was subdued as Adrian’s guards snapped the servant’s neck.

That was my first real vampire kill. I stocked my axe back into my holster and aim the M16 at a demon attacking the princess but he was moving fast so I let Isabella deal with him. An assassin with a blue mask came running out from the corridor with gun aimed at me, he fired two shots at me but I dodged and fired back at him. Looking up from my kill to scan the room, a few assassins were attacking Isabella, two others were attacking an unfamiliar young man. I returned the gun back in my holster and Drew out the two daggers, I hauled one at the a golden masked assassin that looks like the one from earlier that night. But she was a female.

He didn’t think this was something he should be holding; but somehow, he knew that this was the key to defeating Alaric. He unwrapped the object to uncover a dagger. It was an interesting dagger made entirely of silver. The handle was maroon with golden swirls, just like everything else in this room. Caleb was sensing a theme. This was what was going to kill Alaric once and for all. “You thought you were clever, breaking into my chambers?” He heard a cruel and dark voice from the doorway.

His eyes darted to me. “Lucen…” I croaked, my voice barely mine. His head turned, and that’s when the floor dropped out of my world. A sound, soft, deadly. The whisper of air. Pain bloomed hot on my side, sharp and breathtaking. I looked down and saw the dagger, embedded deep, its hilt slick with blood. My blood. The leader of the assassins threw it to me like I was a dart board.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

With those lips, Alyssa Snow smiled, “I’ll be fine, Kai. No one will try to hurt me back home.” I hoped to the Goddess that was true. Even Vivian wouldn’t have been so stupid as to openly attack Alyssa in her home. But the assassin was still anonymous, anything could happen. So, I did the only thing I knew might protect her. I reached past my belt where a small dagger was. It was my prized possession that my father gave me when I was officially named General. It was a sharp, pure silver blade with a black and gold pommel with a golden wolf’s head carved into it.

My eyes got heavier the more I thought about how it has only ever been Estelle and I against the world. The last thing that flashed through my closed eyes as I drifted off, was a pair of piercing blue eyes. And I then realized how much trouble Mr stranger was.

he warned, but I watched Styx treading ahead undeterred. Pointing it out I gave Gideon a raised brow and snickered, “Looks like you are the only person concerned.” Starting to step around the huge man, I was yanked back, but not by Gideon. It was Gavin. “Stop being so gung-ho; they're Styx's friends, not ours,” he snarled, and I shrunk back. “I could take them but a knife would be nice to have,” I muttered sourly. The assassin snorted and dug into his leather jacket, pulling out a dagger, and handed it to me hilt first.

"How did you..." "I told you I wanted to help," she said breathlessly. She knelt down and pulled the mask off the assassin's face. Then she froze.Her eyes went wide and her hands started shaking. "No," she whispered. "No, it cannot be…" "Selvara?" I said carefully. "What is wrong?" She did not answer. She just stared at the assassin's face and I looked down at the body and my blood ran cold. The dagger in the assassin's hand had a symbol carved into the handle. A symbol I knew very well.

Was he here to assassinate someone or to present himself to die? Sebastian wasn't concerned about an insignificant figure like that. He continued to admire the scenery around him. In an instant, the assassin was standing behind Sebastian. He suddenly pulled out a gleaming dagger and tried to plunge it into Sebastian's back. A flash of flame clashed with the dagger the man held. There was a loud clang of metal upon metal. Although the assassin was an expert at the sixth level of the Energy Refining Technique, the force of the blow immediately sent the dagger he was holding flying through the air.