Assassin's Cerulean Dagger Novels & Stories

I was about to sink my claws into the heart of the other when I picked up the scent of Cain behind me. I turned immediately, and then he drove a silver dagger to my heart. I gasped and staggered, almost falling to my knees, but I held myself and drove a dagger into his heart too, the perfect end to a tragic story. He tried to hit me in the right rib so I would drop my weapon, but I had anticipated his movement because he was my handler, the one who taught me everything I know.

The bestial man raised his fist with a dagger made of glassy obsidian. Sophie closed her eyes tight and refused to give the assassin the satisfaction of her screaming. She expected pain and not a powerful golden paw, that gripped the hyena by the wrist and halted the dagger's progress, “Run,” Zinjo said in a fierce growl. A pale young hand gripped the older wrinkled one, “This way mother,” Aurelia yanked her in the direction of the servant's door. She watched Zinjo locked in combat with his enemy. The obsidian dagger clattered against the stone. Zinjo slammed the hyena against the wall, and his balled fist followed. Something snapped and crimson liquid poured from the nose.

“You probably want to know what happened, huh?” I nod my head. For a moment, I don’t think he’s going to respond, then he takes another breath and explains. “Well, from what we were able to gather, Kazik sent in one of his men to kill us. He shot me in the shoulder, but it was just a graze. Unfortunately, the bastard killed my assistant Sam, and my Assassin, Drex. Obviously, it was an ambush because he did some damage.” I swallow hard, trying to lubricate my throat before I croak out. “What happened to me? How long have I been here?”

He was such a powerful being, and yet he couldn’t hold up to the Tyr’s casual flick of a wrist. An army knife was thrown Tyr’s way alongside a dagger. With a sideways glance, Tyr outmaneuvered the army knife that was coming down upon him and then disarmed the person with the dagger by snatching it away. Splat! The dagger in Tyr’s hand pierced through Emerald Devil’s chest. The blade and its hilt penetrated Emerald Devil’s body in a single strike. In through the chest, out through the back, leaving a pair of bloody puncture holes. The top assassins on the world’s assassin rankings were nothing before Tyr Summers.

Wyatt picked up the black and silver satin sash, the colors of the Silver Lake Pack. He handed the dagger back to the priestess who wiped it off and then handed it to Celeste. She stepped forward and he noticed the Crest on her back. Without thinking, he stepped to her and gently touched the skin that was still slightly irritated. Celeste sliced her left hand and as she squeezed the blood into glass, she turned and smiled at him. Wyatt smiled back at her and placed a light kiss on her shoulder. The priestess stepped around and took the dagger from her. Celeste picked up the sash with the Crystal River Pack, pale blue with blood red trim.

I slammed my knee upward, catching him right in the groin, and rolled. The silver dagger hissed through the air, catching the lace of my slip and pinning the fabric to the floor. I heard the lace tear as I scrambled toward the balcony, my lungs burning. "Killian!" I screamed, my voice raw and cracking. "Killian!" The assassin was back on his feet, moving with a sickening speed. He didn't shift, but his eyes were glowing a dull, murky red. He wasn't a high-born Lycan, he was a rogue, a mercenary. He lunged again, his fingers catching my ankle and dragging me back toward the shadows.

Because the light was too weak, she couldn't see the fresh blood smeared all over the girl's body, only was surprised and shouted: “Shelly... ah!" Nurse Rose stared in disbelief at her stomach, which had just been pierced by a screwdriver and fell to the floor. The children around her were not surprised to see her suddenly fall down, but found a familiar figure entering. Shelly stomped her muddy feet on the nanny rose, smiling at them. The angelic smile at this moment was bloodthirsty like a devil, and his eyes were red like hell fire. "Asian! Asian! Asian!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

she bluntly said. “You two, we’re a team here we should help each other,” Lucia begs Zane and Clarisse. Zane walks in front of the crater made by Lucia, he jumped in and grabs the assassin out. “I’ll take this guy and bring him to somewhere.” Clarisse proceeds to continue picking up the daggers, and when she picked up the last one she sees a symbol. She was shocked to see the name, “Sion Assasins ?” she mumbled. “Sion Assasins? That myth about a group of world refined assassins?” Lucia walks beside Clarisse and see’s the name of the group on the dagger.

She didn't even have time to turn her head. With the dagger plunged into her chest, her body staggered backward. Her breath was cut off. As warm blood trickled from her mouth and the corners of her lips, her eyes locked onto the eyes before her. "Caleb, you cursed blood..." Agness growled, her voice choked with blood. Caleb only smiled. A cold, demonic smile full of triumph. Agness's gaze slowly shifted to the dagger. She recognized it. This dagger was the soul dagger of the Sacred Rose lineage.

“You think she isn’t, Your Majesty?” “I’m not sure,” I admitted. “But it seems unlikely. The dagger is too fine for an assassin. Ask Addison—she’ll confirm that none of the Ebony Eyes assassins use such weapons. Not because they can’t afford them, but because they see no purpose in them. Look at the hilt—the pattern may be flattened, but it’s ornate, nicely carved. It’s something made for flaunting, not combat, though the blade tells a different story—likely someone altered it into a real weapon.” Flynn thought for a moment, then frowned. “You think she’s a lady?”