Novel & Cerita Invisible Black Knife Assassin

But she wasn't human anymore. A breath. A heartbeat. A blade being drawn. Tatiana dove sideways just as something silver whistled through the air where her neck had been. She landed in a crouch, eyes glowing faintly red. A shadow stepped into the clearing. He was dressed in Council black. His face covered. His scent—old blood, steel, and venom. "Tatiana Sanguine," the assassin said coldly. "You are marked for erasure." "You can try," she growled.

Sharon could be in serious danger. He reached for his phone to warn her—only to find the signal was dead. A signal jammer. His eyes narrowed. Without another second's hesitation, he turned and strode toward the warehouse. Just then, a glint of cold light caught the corner of his eye. Thomas turned to see an assassin in black tactical gear lunging at him with a gleaming blade. The knife caught the moonlight, reflecting a sharp, icy gleam—clearly a weapon of exceptional quality, capable of cutting through iron like mud.

“I need you dead.” One assassin lunged, he was fast, resilient, silent, and brutal but I was faster. I spun and ducked under his blade, and with that propensity, I sliced clean through his side. His scream echoed through the chamber before he collapsed in a pool of dark mist. The second assassin circled me, he seemed smarter. He weaved in and out of the shadows, trying their usual tricks of disappearing and appearing cunningly but I know better now. I focused, closed my eyes for half a second, letting the sword guide me.

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

] *I need to do a more detailed investigation into my host there was nothing on him being able to torture or fight someone on his file. Still smiling, Yoshiki removed the knife from the assassin's thigh and sank it into his chest, and slowly moved it towards the belly, the screaming still echoing throughout the apartment, the voice clearly showing which gender the assassin was. As the man's insides were cut from the knife inside his stomach now, his blood licked out of the costume, the horrifying sound of metal scraping against bone cut through the air, as the knife continued its path down the man's chest the sound got louder and louder as the man's screams entered a new pitch, movement of t

But Mane didn’t look like he had any intention of taking this fight seriously. “He may be a genius, but he’s too arrogant,” Black Hand shook his head with a dissatisfied look on his face. “Is that what you think?” Ivor suddenly appeared between the two Orange Team members and asked. His sudden appearance startled the two; and it was especially so for Black Hand. Black Hand was an assassin, yet even he didn’t sense Ivor when he approached. If it wasn’t for the fact that Ivor said a few words, he wouldn’t have realised that the big man was no longer at his initial position!

The advanced training had taught me that assassins could cover their scent to nearly undetectable levels, leaving what little could be detected smelling as if the owner was long gone. The sound of twigs snapping to my left caused me to whip around toward the sound. The scent I had detected was thicker in that direction. My ears laid flat against my head as I growled into the darkness, threatening whoever lurked there. A small man charged from between the brush. I howled in pain as he lunged at me, burying a silver dagger in my side.

At the same moment, footsteps could be heard as a petite figure entered. The woman in her twenties donned a long black dress. She had a great figure and exquisite facial features with a mole on the corner of her right eye that enhanced her seductiveness. This woman was a younger Senior Sister of the Spiritual Invisible Sect called Lanvin—the best assassin of her generation. In the past five years, there were at least a hundred men who died in her hands which gave her the nickname the Cold Killer. She stood in front of Crystal and respectfully said, “Master, what mission do you have for me that you so urgently called for me?”

Black assured he, as if knowing what goes to her mind. "But the FBI will have full control over you. Full as in you won't get to say no to them. This is not a good idea because ever since the past, the assassins that had been sent to them became their secret weapon to do the dirty jobs for them. Which means they became a full-fledged assassin that kills anyone that they have been ordered to. The type of assassin that is the polar opposite of us." Mr. Black picked up a file under his drawer, he placed it over the desk before pushing it toward Avyanna.

A ripple of distorted air shattered like broken glass, revealing a figure dressed in form-fitting, midnight-grey silk. The Assassin. He held a blade of pure, condensed shadow—a weapon designed to sever the soul rather than the flesh. The tip of the blade was less than an inch from Scarlett’s spine, stopped entirely by Caleb’s bare, silver-tattooed hand gripping the lethal edge. The shadow-blade hissed, trying to eat through the Lycan's flesh, but Caleb’s Alpha Qi fought back, boiling the shadow into harmless black smoke. "You missed," Caleb growled, his voice a low, terrifying vibration that made the metal floor grumble.