Invisible Black Knife Assassin Novels & Stories

"Signal the Ghosted. It’s time." The order was sent, and within moments, shadows emerged from the ruins of the dockyards. The Ghosted, silent, faceless assassins trained in the art of war moved like phantoms through the battlefield. Clad in black, their movements were precise, calculated. They struck without warning, their knives slicing through Monadikos soldiers like whispers in the wind. Mikhail’s eyes narrowed as he saw his men falling one by one, their throats slit before they even had time to react. He knew Alvarez would have a countermeasure, but he hadn’t expected this.

A blade gleamed silver black, quickly rushing for my throat. I rolled, fury and instinct taking over my body. The dagger kissed my cheek, sending fire across my skin, but missed my jugular by a whisper. “Kale!” I screamed, though I knew he was too weak to rise. The assassin snarled, mask glinting in the torchlight, his movements sharp and precise...trained, not a common rogue. His second strike came for my heart, but I caught his wrist, claws digging deep. Blood spilled, and still he pushed, eyes glowing faintly with a red I knew too well. Ritual blood.

Argent’s man, Anarchy, opened the door and retreated to Argent’s office as soon as Violet and Lyria showed up. Anarchy is another gorgeous Assassin that recently transferred from the Canadian division. With his high cheekbones, deep merlot-colored hair, and intense eyes the color of the ocean at dawn, he’s quite a sight to see. We quickly found out that he’s not much of a talker. He’s more the tall, silent type, which was fine by me. We also discovered that he’s uncomfortable with female attention. I give both women a wan smile and take a sip of wine. The scarlet liquid sloshes gently across the rim, letting off a fruity scent.

He heard a crack and his head snapped back. “Shit.” Shadow Hunter cursed aloud and slowly let his leg down on the muddy puddle. A mask was set over the bridge of his nose, covering his face from the nose down. “Hi there!” He grinned from under his mask. And he instantly pulled out a sharp, long knife. Erdem had completely turned around by then and before the assassin could position himself, Erdem was already in front of him. Erdem pushed the knife out of his hold with a strike and his other hand collided with the assassin’s jaw squarely.

James was standing in front of his car silently smoking his cigarette. Blake walked over to him and said, “We’re here, James. We should move out.” The others greeted, “James.” James looked at them. All nine of them were SSS-ranked assassins. Moreover, Blake was the Assassin King. James lightly waved his hand. “Let’s wait for a little while longer.” Blake did not ask any questions and instead waited patiently. Ten minutes later, a pickup truck stopped in front of James and the others. The door opened, and the Blithe King, who was in casual wear, got off. Looking at James, he pointed at the compartment and said, “Everything you need is in there.”

Moments later, Alexandra approached them to take their orders. “Sh1t,” he muttered when one man grabbed her and groped her. A few minutes later, Alex had managed to free herself from him and had automatically disarmed him, pointing the gun immediately at them before the second guy could react. Malcolm approached them and stood beside her, holding his own gun as well and had ordered the two on their knees and have their hands up and then radioed for support. The support team arrived a few minutes later and while Alex handed over the gun to one man, the man who held her took that time to take his hidden knife in his jacket sleeve and lash at her arm and butted his head towards her face.

I smelled the blade before I ever saw it glint in the dark. The assassin was massive, terrifyingly quiet, and he was weeping. That was the detail that lodged in my mind. He advanced across the dark room holding a Moon-silver blade low and steady, yet his face was slick with tears. A choked sound escaped his throat with every step he took, his muscles straining as though he were violently fighting against his own arm the entire way. I threw myself over the bed. He rounded it instantly. I snatched the heavy iron poker from the hearth and swung it with all my strength; he took the metal strike full across his forearm without slowing down, and his knife flashed, slicing my shoulder open from the

she cried out, her voice barely audible over the roar of the guns. ​She stepped out from behind the server rack, her silhouette a dark blur in the smoke. She was running toward the crate where Roman was pinned down, her arm outstretched, the small silver drive glinting in the flickering strobe light of the muzzle flashes. ​Arthur Blackwood, blinded by the smoke and his own manic rage, saw a figure rushing toward his target. He saw a dark shape moving through the mist, coming at the spot where he knew Roman was hiding. To Arthur, it wasn't his daughter. It was one of the Ghost’s assassins coming to finish the job.

"They made the cure for you, too. These are the assassins trained to hunt the unwritten. Their blood is made of lead and virus. One scratch from those needles, and your fire will turn into ash. Your story will be deleted forever." The twelve assassins leaped from the roofs, landing in a perfect circle around Rowan and me. They didn't snarl. They didn't breathe. They just raised their green needles, and the red lines on their masks began to pulse in sync with my heartbeat. Damon leaned back against the door, his silent smile widening as he watched his secret weapon close in. He hadn't just brought a knife to a gunfight; he had brought an eraser to a drawing. I raised my spear of light, but th

An assassin dressed entirely in black (a Ghost Unit) dropped from the air vent wielding a short sword. His movements were incredibly fast, almost inhuman. But Mavric was faster. Despite his injured leg, he leaped and slammed into the assassin mid-air. The battle in the dark was brutal. Liora did not stay idle; she used her phone’s flashlight to temporarily blind the killer, giving Mavric the opening to snap the enemy's neck with one efficient move. Crack! The sound of breaking bone echoed in the silent room. When the emergency lights finally flickered on in red, the assassin’s body lay on the floor.