Assassin's Cerulean Dagger Novels & Stories

And the sound of a knife being drawn behind him. He turned too late. The blade struck his side. Not deep. But it spoke. A traitor’s blade always says more than it cuts. He spun. Caught the assassin’s wrist. A hybrid uniform. Moonstone chain. Eyes he recognized. Not an enemy. An ally. They struggled. The assassin slashed wildly. Kael struck hard, once to the chest, once to the jaw. The body hit the ground. Kael ripped the mask away. Vaelen’s son.

She yells in despair. I thought about it a moment and looked at Aris. "Pass it over to me so I can take a good look at it." Aris walked to where Tabitha stood and picked up the dagger carefully and brought it back to me. I picked it up and turned it around by its hilt. The details were unbelievable, agate, obsidian, and fluorite was mixed like marble and gold looked like it was placed as if a larger time like the blade itself, it wasn't too heavy in my small hands, and something inside the dagger called out to me, I didn't want to give it back.

The assassin yelped in pain and his grip loosened momentarily. Eli broke free, dropping to the ground and scrambling away from both assassins. In the confusion, I lunged forward. The artifact flared with power, ready to tear through both threats to my son. But the second assassin was faster than I’d anticipated. His hand flashed forward, the silver dagger leaving his grip in a perfect throw. The blade buried itself in my shoulder with searing pain. Silver poisoning flooded my system immediately, burning through my veins like liquid fire. My legs gave out and I went down hard, collapsing to the stone floor.

, the seer's voice was too cheerful for a normal spiritual guide, “Use this dagger, please!” Allyssa holds the silver dagger by the hilt. It was heavy despite its humble appearance. A yellow stone was carved at the bottom of the handle. It looks like an eye in a swift glance. Fresh blood from Allyssa's cut dripped flawlessly into the bowl. The seer gave her a red satin cloth to wrap around her wounded palms. The lana, a special kind of oil, was mixed into the bowl of blood. Allyssa removed her clothing as instructed by the seer. She stood naked against the chilly night breeze. The seer painted her whole nakedness with the concoctions. It felt warm and sticky.

She stared at him, still silent. Kaelan cleared his throat and reached into the inner pocket of his cloak and pulled out the gift he had commissioned in Asheville. A silver dagger, beautifully crafted with intricate patterns of vines and moons etched along the blade and hilt. The metal gleamed under the fading light, sharp and elegant.

Their own blood was quickly dyeing their robes red, and with a loud hiss, their bodies exploded! "No one stands in my way!" Caleb gloated, the Dharmic Cutter in hand while all twelve flying swords hovered around him. As he continued forward, stepping on top of the corpses strewn everywhere, the assassins still in hiding gasped out loud before running away. Caleb was just too strong! Still, Caleb had barely walked another few hundred feet when he saw a huge crowd before him. They stood there by the dozens, all of them from Sancturian clans and Corvus Academy.

Mathew reported. "Aser?" Cassie called out. "Babe, do you copy?" Aser couldn't have copied because he was deep in the fight. He didn't shift fully so he could use his hand to hold a gun and a claw to tear them apart. He moved faster than the mercenaries could track and would have ripped a man to pieces before they even knew what they were facing. One of the assassins observed that it was Aser doing the most damage, so he yelled for the others to cover him as he put a red laser on him for Target.

A ripple of distorted air shattered like broken glass, revealing a figure dressed in form-fitting, midnight-grey silk. The Assassin. He held a blade of pure, condensed shadow—a weapon designed to sever the soul rather than the flesh. The tip of the blade was less than an inch from Scarlett’s spine, stopped entirely by Caleb’s bare, silver-tattooed hand gripping the lethal edge. The shadow-blade hissed, trying to eat through the Lycan's flesh, but Caleb’s Alpha Qi fought back, boiling the shadow into harmless black smoke. "You missed," Caleb growled, his voice a low, terrifying vibration that made the metal floor grumble.

the assassin paints his gun at the man on the sofa. The man shook his head “You don’t believe me? Then dig the bullet out from your shoulder and cut it open with your dagger. The assassin Frowned, but he did as he was told. Enduring the pain, he dug out the bullet and forcefully cut it open with his dagger. The bullet was spilt up into two parts, and there was a luminous crystal in the middle.

“I guess that’s part of the Confradia package.” I nod my head. “Yeah, it’s not too late for you, man. Get out while you still can.” Corbin rolls his eyes in reply. Corbin is Priest’s brother. To Priest’s consternation, Corbin joined the Confradia two years ago at the age of nineteen. Even though, like me, he’s joined the others in missions, he’s not an Assassin. Corbin works on weapons research. He’s a freaking genius in modifying and creating weapons that have revolutionized the Confradia’s killing strategies. Since he joined the Confradia, our fighting tactics have evolved to a whole new level of calm.