Black Knife Assassin Sage Cave Novels & Stories

The man she had watched on a live feed being killed while she was tortured in an underground basement in Middle East. The man who called her up, the minute she got out of the hospital upon returning home to tell him that he’s alive. The man who asked her to stage an accident for her mom, to make the enemy believe she is also dead. The only thing that they didn’t count on was for Ashley, deciding at the last minute to accompany her. The J.A.K.E., which comprises the initials of her stepdad and mom’s first and second names. Amelia Jane Walters. Edward Keith Bishop.

James entered the room, leaned on the sofa, and closed his eyes to rest. Soon, someone walked in. He slightly opened his eyes. A tan-skinned man in his 40s dressed in a black coat who looked like he worked on a construction site, often exposed to the sun, walked into the house. “Black Dragon, I’m willing to submit and follow you,” the middle-aged man spoke. James looked at him with a smile. Savage, an SSS-ranked assassin, ranked sixth on the assassin leaderboard. He did not expect the assassins to willingly submit to him so soon.

And that man was not the stranger who fucked me seven ways to Sunday last night. But if I didn't have my stranger's eyes permanently ingrained into my brain, I would've sworn that it was him standing right there because they looked seriously identical. So he was definitely a sibling. This man was tall and broad, extremely so, with blonde- almost white hair- shaved close to his skull. He was putting on a black sleeve that stretched over his huge bulging shoulder and torso muscles and tight fitted black pants. He was a sight to behold, and I winced as I wondered how I looked.

Dani is that you" there was no reply. She took two steps forward, she heard the footsteps again, "Stacie, guys, stop it" "guys" she screamed louder, but no one could hear her, she saw a hand walking on the wall, she took some steps forward and then the hand lunged forward and grabbed her by her neck, she felt the hallway closing in on her, she was getting claustrophobic out of fear, she passed out! ****** Thirty minutes have passed, no sign of Ruth nor Jasper, no voices were heard or anything. I'm going upstairs to take a nap, Stacie said standing up...

"These bullets are infused with Mercury. They are capable of killing you and all he takes is a stupid response from you. Trust me, I will not hesitate to put a bullet into your skull." When did the Nightshade become so advanced? Was this what the fear of Alexios Rose could cause? I nodded in agreement and the man led me on, using his gun as my guide. "Where are we going to?" I had to ask him because I suddenly felt like a prisoner. This was certainly beginning to feel like a mistake. "You are going to see the Alpha. Only he will decide whether or not you will be given asylum."

He paused when he saw how bloody the floor was and rushed towards me with concern all over his face. "Are you hurt?" He asked me. "No, I'm fine. Where's Cassidy? How is she? Why did you come back?" "She's in the intensive care unit and is getting treatment." "I'm n-" I paused when I felt a strong pain from behind me and turned to see Keith plunging a knife into me and then immediately did it again but this time I coughed up blood and fell to the floor. My vision got extremely blurry and I was just in a lot of pain.

it feels like this peace is too fragile, too perfect. I can’t shake the feeling that something is coming. Something bad. THIRD PERSON’S POV Back in the city, in an abandoned garage near the outskirts of town, Camille straps weapons into a black van. Ammunition clips snap into place. Beside her, a man, an assassin, in all black studies a map pinned to the van’s dashboard. Red circles. Coordinates. Timelines. “The cabin is isolated,” the assassin says without looking up. “Minimal visibility. Three exits. One unguarded. We strike soon.”

“He’s dead” “Sage attacked Jake” “The kid chose the wrong side” “He was our brother!” “He was Christopher Kincaid’s son, Neo. He was his father’s son and that’s not on us” “When you handed him River, did he look like he was going to die?” “Sage nearly ripped his torso in half. He was bleeding- “ “Did he look like he was going to die from carrying River into the woods?” “Where are you going with this?” You can’t be this dense, brother.

Chapter Fifteen The Awakening Sage had walked the darkened path toward her house just like the last night, but this time she was going to be ready for anything. She made sure she had her gun in her back holster that her dad had bought her. At her hip, she had a great set of butterfly knives that had belonged to her mother. The closer she got she heard someone in her house. But when she had gotten closer, she peaked in the window and found a pale blond meth head throwing her old, one of a kind books around the room.

“Which pack do you belong to?” Outside the West Wood Pack Southern Borders Kevin adjusted his black mask as he sprinted through the dense underbrush towards the woods where he had left Sage. The moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled shadows that danced on the forest floor. The rhythmic rush of the nearby waterfall masked the sound of his footsteps. Sage, in the middle of sharpening her daggers, remained unaware of Kevin’s approach until his shadow loomed over her. She spun around, thrusting the dagger toward his face with practiced precision.