Black Knife Assassin Sage Cave Novels & Stories

Eve I squinted harder, heart pounding so loud I was sure Alex could hear it. The moonlight shifted, clouds parting just enough to illuminate the figure fully. It was Sage. Bloodied, bruised, clothes hanging in tatters, but standing. Alive. And over his shoulder, like a sack of trash, was the limp body of a younger man—the same face from the store, the same smug eyes now closed. Darrius Kane. “Sage!” The name ripped out of me, a raw scream. I lunged forward, legs moving before my brain caught up.

He whispers, his hand against the cabinet, his hard body pressing into me. “What is it?” He asked, looking over his head. As I pick a familiar scent. Xavier? My eyes widen. Sage is taking time to rest because we have to travel for thirty-six hours nonstop and only shift when I had to check on the rogues and get on the bike. The bandages on the bed. I gasp. As I look up at him, the smell of blood hits my nostrils, but also his musky cologne is so strong. Sage would lose her mind if she found out I was so close to him. Fuck, his cologne smells so fucking good.

Nine smiled, catching sight of me before giving me a glass of water “I should be proud to see that you are still fit despite everything that you have been dealing with” “I was trained by the ancient assassin, what else do you expect?” I winked. Nina laughed, shaking her head at me, I nodded toward the door, shaking my head in question “what’s gotten up his panties?” Nina stayed quiet for a few seconds, nodding at me to follow her. We entered the storage room beside the kitchen and I frowned in confusion, waiting for what she was going to say. Nina barricaded the door before turning to face me, muttering a low chant under her breath “the room is now soundproof, no one can hear what we’re sayi

"How convenient that his attack comes just as you're here offering intelligence." "I don't know what—" she began, but he cut her off by pressing the barrel of his pistol against her temple. "Drop the act, bitch. This whole thing was a setup, wasn't it? You're still working for Savage." His finger tightened on the trigger. "The only question is whether I kill you quickly or take my time." Before she could respond, the screens around them exploded inward as a figure in black tactical gear crashed through them. Jax rolled to his feet in one fluid motion, assault rifle trained on Venom's chest, his hazel eyes blazing with lethal fury.

” Before I can answer, before I can tell her how he locked me away, how he made me choose between being his whore or dying here— The dungeon door slammed open again. We both jump. Mira scrambles to her feet, shielding me instinctively. Gavyn, Kael’s beta stepped in, maybe he sent his beg to finish the job. His eyes were unreadable as he looked like an assassin with his leather armour. “Out,” he said to Mira, sounding very impatient, Mira glared at him. That's my girl, my feisty but defenceless girl and she was willing to face the beta for me

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

His body twitched, then stilled. Jack’s Porsche roared through the city, tires squealing on every turn. Don stalked the edge of the field, muttering. He stopped at a net-covered wall. A hand shot out. A blade punched into his throat—fast, precise. Blood fountained as he staggered, gurgling, slipping into the dirt. Luke moved along the outer edge, scanning for the next marker. The undergrowth shifted—too late. A camouflaged figure lunged, driving a sharpened steel javelin through Luke’s gut. The tip burst through his spine, lifting him clean off the ground. His mouth opened in a silent scream before he went limp.

He said, and he played the voice recorder. “Phoenix Keehl, the murderer.” I heard Sage’s voice in the recorder. “If you are listening to this recorder, it means Mantus and Patrick captured you already.” He said to me. So, I closed my hands. Sage is still getting on my nerves even though he is now dead! “I enjoyed playing with you, I do not know why maybe because we are both childish and hate to lose.” He continued to talk. So, I frowned. “I do not know and care why you killed your brother, but one thing for sure, justice will always win. Enjoy the rest of your life in jail.” He added. After that, SPO2 Patrick Smith put the recorder back in his pocket.

I bowed my head in defeat. "Why must you be so cruel to me?" BANG! I felt thick liquid pour onto my lap and my heart stopped for a moment. In front of me was a tall muscular man with long dirty brown hair and light brown eyes. His face was graceful but… in his right hand was the rogue from earlier who was taunting me. The muscles in his face were scrunched up and his head was bleeding. "Finally," The man spoke and I felt my body tingle with goosebumps. "I find my kill." With that, he crushed the man's head with his fist and it exploded, leaving behind splatters of blood as he tossed the body aside.

He knew only Igor dared to say something but he had never thought of killing him for his proactive words. "No......." He denied bringing out a cigar to his mouth. "She is too young... Just a teenager......" Igor massaged his temple looking at the documents he had once in his hand while passing the Zippo to lit his cigar. He tried to convince his boss who was in a different world since the girl barged inside his life. "That doesn't change her identity. She is still the Assassin's Daughter."