Assassin's Cerulean Dagger Novels & Stories

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.

Therefore, the two-stars assassin was quite a powerful person. He believed it was a piece of cake to kill Severin when Severin was off-guard. However, he had underestimated Severin. When the dagger was about to pierce Severin's back, Severin used the back of his hand to grab the assassin's hand tightly. "Ah—!" The assassin shouted out in pain when that happened. The dagger dropped to the floor. Even a professional assassin like him could not endure the pain when the bone was about to break.

The blade crackled against it, sparks of light raining down like small suns. The assassin twisted away and slashed at Kael’s chest. Kael leaned back, bending unnaturally low as the blade skimmed past him—and then he swept upward, a sharp kick aimed directly at the assassin’s mask. The assassin slid back a step but didn’t fall. “A dancer,” the assassin murmured. “Or perhaps a phantom?” Kael didn’t respond. He surged forward again. This time the assassin switched cores—the air cooled—Caligo swirled around their arm—a shadow spear formed and hurled toward Kael’s throat.

Argent’s man, Anarchy, opened the door and retreated to Argent’s office as soon as Violet and Lyria showed up. Anarchy is another gorgeous Assassin that recently transferred from the Canadian division. With his high cheekbones, deep merlot-colored hair, and intense eyes the color of the ocean at dawn, he’s quite a sight to see. We quickly found out that he’s not much of a talker. He’s more the tall, silent type, which was fine by me. We also discovered that he’s uncomfortable with female attention. I give both women a wan smile and take a sip of wine. The scarlet liquid sloshes gently across the rim, letting off a fruity scent.

Dresses aren't my thing. I'll pick a pair of jeans or sweats before I put on a dress. Dresses make me feel exposed and uncomfortable. I'm a warrior. I don't find killing myself to look good as a priority for the fact that I don't care about finding a mate. The mate bond is ridiculous, in my opinion. Falling for someone and losing yourself in them just because the Moon Goddess paired you two is utterly pathetic. Being an assassin, I learned that loving someone only leads to hurting them or yourself. Love makes people vulnerable and weak, and I want no part of it.

“Yes, sir?” “Positive, sir,” he continued replying on whatever question has been asked on the other line. “Scepter has been confirmed spotted and ID.” “Who the hell is Scepter?” Zach asked when the call ended. Damon looked at him and tossed Alex’s keys towards him. “It’s my business to take care of it,” he only answered seriously. “I’ll follow to the hospital once I complete what I need to do. Tell Johnson to call up her aunt and relay the news.”

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Red candles are lit up from each surroundings of the circle and it emits a red light with the scent of iron. Sprawled infront of the layers of stars, laid the lifeless corpse of the King, his eyes were open like a dead fish and the fancy silver dagger with the hilt of a black dragon is still plunge in his heart with crimson flowers blooming directly from his exposed red flesh. To his left stood like a tower, the very brother who claimed his life. While, to his right stood a dark enchantress with deep rasin purple jewels adorning her black outfit. Her hair has the glow of the gloomy silver moon and her skin has the hue of grey. Her striking red orbs glowed haphazardly against her white sclera

No matter where Adrian passed, his dagger seemed to have grown eyes of its own as it relentlessly took down the assassins with its terrifying power. The assassins were shocked by this, astonished by how many of them Adrian had disarmed or killed in just two minutes. Adrian killed whoever was in his way! His dagger was like a slithering snake. It glimmered like the moon that was reflected on the sea’s surface. The assassins began to break formation when they realized they were not going to succeed. Adrian wielded his dagger with fluid movements, adding to his body count wherever he went. Not a single soul in his sight was spared.