Black Knife Assassin Sage Cave Novels & Stories

He lunges at Sage with a savage expression. But Sage won't let him have his way. She laughs maniacally. "Didn't you treasure Aria so much? Even if I die, I'll splatter this woman's grave with my blood!" As soon as she finishes speaking, Sage crashes into my tombstone and stabs herself in the heart with a silver dagger. "No!" Kane's face changes drastically with panic, but it's too late. Sage's bright red blood flows down the tombstone. "Who gave you permission to dirty Aria's tombstone!"

"Sometimes you look at me as if you might really feel something for me, but then... then you blink, and it’s like the feeling was never there in the first place. What is that, if not your twisted idea of fun?" Since she wasn’t about to stand down, Sage pivoted away from her with a snarl and went for the duffel bag that held more of his gear and weapons, ignoring her attempt to goad him. He reached in and blindly grabbed a cache of combat supplies. He pulled out a sheathed blade, then a clip of titanium rounds for his 9mm—anything to keep his hands moving and his focus trained on something other than the maddening awareness of the woman who was slowly walking up behind him.

The guards passed by without noticing them, and Sage let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “You’re clear,” she said. The team continued their ascent, the tension mounting with every step. The secondary entrance loomed ahead—a steel door set into the rock face, flanked by a single security camera. “We’re in position,” Damian said. “Sage, can you loop the camera feed?” “Give me a second,” Sage replied, her fingers flying over the keyboard. She hacked into the system, bypassing the security protocols with practiced ease. Within moments, the camera feed was looping, creating a window for the team to approach unnoticed.

They were hurt pretty badly because of Eros' torture but are now recovering. "Their names are Raven and Howel. Make sure to interrogate them separately and don't let them alone in one room," he explained to his right-hand man. If they are left alone, they might make up a story to fool them. Raven, the assassin who revealed his name and bowed down to Eros' wishes when they were in the arena because his brother, Howel, was stabbed and bleeding to death. He cared too much for his brother, making it his weakness.

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

The last immediately brought out his phone to inform his teammate but before he could make a phone call, he dropped down déad too as he got shot on the skull. Saint who was standing on the balcony of the third floor smirked when the last man dropped down. "I'm not called Saint for nothing. I kill in the dark" He said and left with his sniper to the next balcony That's how the other members continued kílling Jericho's men silently with none of the guests noticing it ✮•✮•✮•✮ ••UNDERGROUND•• The elevator door opened and Flame walked in with Cisco grabbing her arm while dragging her forward.

Even if Ivanos was going to die, a scratch must not touch the child. "My thigh hurts a little, but I can still manage a safe drive. I can assure you we won’t die, but we may experience a little bit of death," I said cheerfully. Cracking jokes in tense situations was my way of keeping cool. I realized Ivanos didn't find it amusing. He simply rolled his eyes and snorted. “Get to the backseat. The compartment has guns and grenades. Just take the guns. Keep them distracted for a while.” “Roger that.” I left the passenger seat and moved to the backseat where Sofia lay. I heard him mumble a curse in Russian.

she agreed hurriedly before closing the link, but not before I felt her rapid heartbeat and read her wild thoughts. "Come in," I said to my beta and gamma. As soon as they stepped in, I felt the shift in the atmosphere. I waited until they sat down across the table, then broke the silence. "What did you find out?" I asked. Nolan cleared his throat noisily while Aslan continued sitting in silence. "The girl's heart was ripped out by the time we reached the dungeon, Alpha. Although the murderer tried his best to make it seem like suicide, the absence of blood beneath her nails proves otherwise," Nolan revealed. He stopped and stared at Aslan briefly before continuing.

In that same movement, Savage stuck it in the side of ColdKill’s cheek where he knew softer tissue to be. Sword breakers are meant to catch and twist. Not as much for piercing. Thus, why Savage had aimed for more tender parts. With three dual blades, it was easy to change its angle, sinking it into the weaker skin above Cold Kill’s collar. Then while the wiry assassin was stunned from that, Savage stuck the tip into ColdKill’s gut. Forcing it in and up. To ensure it’d hit something meaningful. ColdKill mustered enough strength to punch him in the jaw. Clutching his middle and spitting blood over the floor.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.