Black Knife Assassin Sage Cave Novels & Stories

I kept my hand on his shirt and tried to stay awake. Outside the bar, Cassius placed me in the passenger seat and fastened the seat belt for me. Then he called the healer from his pack. “Prepare the medical room,” he said. “Sage has been drugged and wounded. I’m bringing her in now.” He ended the call and checked my pulse before starting the car. “Stay with me, Sage.” “I’m awake,” I muttered, though my eyes kept closing. “Tell me what happened before this.” “Several rogues attacked me,” I said. “The assistant’s car broke down. They came out after that. I fought them off, but I got hurt. Then the biker man appeared and said he would help me.”

The poison still swimming in his bloodstream had him dizzy and weak. The assassin sees this as defeat as they retreat into the darkness. “This isn’t over,” they warn as they run into the woods, and the duel is finally over. The pair could finally take a breather. They freeze when they hear a low whimper coming from the cave. “We need to be as quiet and non-threatening as possible,” Kaide tells Tazmin. He pushes himself as if Tazmin were gaining the strength to walk into the cave; it takes a second for their eyes to adjust to the darkness and a little light that pulls them into the cave.

“Vincent Sawyer.” The name landed with weight. Alexander drummed his fingers on the desk. As a prominent Alpha he knew most of the significant packs operating across North America, and the Black Crow’s reputation was specific and consistent — wealthy, ruthless, and led by a man with very few observable restraints. “Vincent Sawyer,” he repeated. “And the girl’s mother came from a small pack in Ohio.” “Yes. I can’t yet establish the connection between Honor and Sawyer directly, but—”

He agreed without asking for anything in return. "Clear," Denver's voice from the other line. What he meant by "clear" was that he had hacked the Grand Hotel's system and I could walk past the CCTVs that were no longer working. "Thanks. I owe you this one," I spoke softly to him. We can talk through my earing. My left earring is a high-tech microphone so I don't even need to hold a cellphone to talk to him. This is a very safe way to contact the other assassins especially when the mission is not a sole mission but a group.

​​Sage. “I never imagined that you would ever return here,” Kave said. He was the bartender of the Neon Sin and was also an occasional smuggler of people. He was one of the few people who knew my story. “I did not come here by choice,” I replied. “Yeah, I heard about the summon, insane stuff.” Kave said. He was silver-haired with a large white beard covering half his face but he was younger than he seemed. Echo was busy looking around the small office we were currently sitting in. Maps and coordinates were strewn across the walls. Maps that were drawn in with secret drawing styles and the locations written on them were written in coded language.

Sage said just the last minute when Kyra held the dagger in her other hand and aimed it directly at his face. Sage didn’t shut his eyes and he just stared at the sharp tip of the knife that was so close to his eyes. It was after two seconds had passed that he wondered why she had stopped and he moved his eyes to look at her. He saw the color of her eyes return back to original and he saw her hands trembling as she now stood up and threw the knife aside.

The blade cut deep into his palm as he forcefully threw off the crazed woman. Sage crashed into the basement wall, her body crumpling. Kael's eyes were dark and menacing as he looked down at his bleeding hand. "Since you're so eager to join the dead, I'll grant your wish and let you pay for all your mistakes at once." He gestured to his bodyguards, who had been waiting outside. "Bring it in." A large metal pot was wheeled into the basement, steam rising from its contents. Sage's face was no longer filled with mad courage but turned deathly pale. She could see the molten silver bubbling inside.

But just as the world began to steady, a sound drifted from the far corner of the deck, a thin wheeze that made the hair on my neck stand up. It wasn't a wolf’s snarl. It was a human cry of pain. "Cassidy!" Sage screamed. We scrambled up, our exhaustion forgotten as we ran toward the dark shadow slumped against the southern support beam. Cassidy was sitting upright, but her back was arched in agony. Her tactical vest was shredded, and protruding from the center of her chest was the jagged handle of a combat knife, one of the blades Silas had discarded during the struggle. The steel had sunk deep, and the front of her gray uniform was already soaked in a red, spreading stain.

Pick the black guy, Percy said to the guy by the screen stopping his movement again. The assassin in question was a very dark man with skin like coffee, and eyes that matches his skin with piercing cheeks bones, and hollow cheeks, his stare intense and deadly. His nickname 'Blade' thirty-six, been with the agency for eight years, has a rank of gamma with six hunts, and slices through his victims before they could see his blade coming, he is fast and calculating. The next Assassin picked was called Lighting a young very beautiful curvaceous woman with fiery beach blonde tresses floating down her back, parted at the center with pale liquid blue eyes that looked to have sparkles in them with a

*** “Is there a problem?” Ryan asked, taking in Paige’s demeanor. “I think so.” Paige started packing what was left of their breakfast, their conversation forgotten. “We’re all to converge in meeting room two in ten minutes.” “Who and who?” “You, me, Lip, Stan, Mama G, Dad, Deloris, George, Pete…you know George and Pete don’t you?” “George is the head hunter right?” At Paige’s nod, Ryan smiled smugly and added… “And Pete is the head assassin.”