Assassin's Cerulean Dagger Novels & Stories

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.

On both sides of the walkway is a garden full of bright pink carnations, pastel purple azaleas, and vibrant yellow tulips. As we walk through the gate, the guards bow and greet Savon. "Goodmorning Alpha." Saying it in unison, Savon nods and raises his hand, I guess to dismiss them. I'm not really up to date on the royal formalities. I didn't socialize much while in the Blood Moon Pack. Alpha Roman was never big on me attending meetings, balls or any social event. He said it was best I remained in the shadows since I was a assassin my identity and appearance needed to be concealed.

“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.”

She t‍wi​sted beneath his weight, her eyes trackin‍g the lead assassin wh‌o was curre‌nt⁠ly sw​inging his rifl⁠e tow​ard D‍amien'⁠s exposed⁠ ba‍ck. "Not a‍t m‌y weddin⁠g," Celest‌e hissed. She‌ fi‌re⁠d two precise, d​eafen‍ing ro‍unds through the clou‍d of falling​ lace and orchid peta⁠l‌s,​ the c‌om⁠pact weapon barking with a surpri‍sing force that took t‍he lead assassin directly in the che‌st. T‌he‌ man​ gasped, his‌ momentum ch⁠e​cked‌ as he tumble‌d off the tactical l⁠ine, c⁠rashi‍ng heavily onto​ the white silk aisle.

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.

He looked like a god of war. ​The office door splintered inward with a crash. ​The assassin moved faster than any normal wolf. The killer wore a skin tight black leather suit, a dark hood completely covering his face except for his dead black eyes, and a vibrant green serpent tattoo curled dangerously around his pale neck. He held twin curved daggers in his hands. Thick, glowing green liquid dripped steadily from both sharp blades. ​The assassin lunged forward without making a single sound, and aimed both poisoned blades directly at Zachery's bare chest.

I will be the only one who is number one. "Anyway, sir, do you still need to clarify what the Assassination Society is and why we were being pursued by them?" I questioned Dum regarding AS. Dum's demeanor changed to serious after hearing my question, and he did not respond right away. "Sir?" I say again, waiting for his response. I mean, I know what AS is, but I was wondering how he found out about it and how our attacker informed him about it while they were battling. Dum groaned in front of me, troubled eyes on me, "do you really want to know? I mean, you don't need to know about it," Dum questioned.