Assassin's Cerulean Dagger Novels & Stories

“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?”

I cried as I caught the flash of a dagger in the moonlight. The unknown woman slashed the dagger toward Selene, but my mate was faster. Selene dodged the attack, grabbing the woman’s wrist in the process and snapping it. The sickening crack of bone echoing through the night. I watched as Selene slammed her knee into the woman’s chest, leaning to whisper something in her ear before shifting her fingers to claws and tearing the woman’s throat out. “Do you have a death wish or something?” She screeched, turning toward where I sat clutching my side. “You were warned that assassins were coming, and you throw yourself at the first one you see?”

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.

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.

, 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.

Twin daggers glinted in the candlelight as he slowly entered the room. "So," the man said with a mocking laugh. "The great Alpha Rowan." Rowan didn't move. "You've come a long way just to die." The assassin chuckled. "I wasn't sent to kill you." His gaze shifted. Straight to Elsie. "I was sent to kill your Luna." Elsie's heart lurched. Me? Without warning, the assassin lunged. His dagger sliced through the air toward Elsie. Rowan met him halfway. Steel clashed against steel, sparks flying as Rowan drew the ceremonial blade hanging from the wall.

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.

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.