Novel & Cerita Assassin's Cerulean Dagger

Then, as they observed the extravagant room, they saw the large crib on the center. The two quickly went into the direction of the large crib and there they saw a child who slept peacefully. The assassins did not waste any time as they both pulled the special dagger that was provided by the Second Prince and was about to stab the child when it suddenly opened her eyes. However, to their surprise, the iris of the child wasn’t blue jeweled eyes but instead deep purple. The child glanced at them and waved her tiny fist, and the two quickly felt a strong force as they blasted away.

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.

I bet no one can take his place. Today I opened that safe and my world spun immediately. There was a small gun and a silver-colored knife whose handle was beautifully carved with a small stone. At the end of the handle, there was a blue dazzling stone that reminded me of my father's obsession with Blue Sapphire gems. I had never found him using a gun or knife then how came such things arrive in my dad's wardrobe? My mind froze with different negative thoughts. "Is he someone bad?" My mind scoffed.

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.

He folded, gasping. Another came for Kael—quiet, smart, from behind. He didn’t see it. I did. “Down!” I snapped. He didn’t duck—of course he didn’t—so I launched instead, cutting the assassin’s arc with my body and burying my stolen dagger in the soft shelf under his jaw. Hot copper sprayed my hand. He gurgled and went boneless. Kael turned, gold flashing, surprise and something uglier—fear—cracking his face for a heartbeat when he saw how close the blade had been.

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.