Invisible Black Knife Assassin Novels & Stories

Hopefully lucas was in his way. The assassin stepped forward and held out a hand for me. He was dressed in full black camo with a hood over his head and a mask covering half of his face. He didn't dress much, exposing his tattooed chest nd the scar that ran up his trachea cavity. I scoffed. As far as I saw, he seemed unharmed but I wasn't fool enough to believe that. It was easy to guess that the bulging in his pockets were ready to shoot guns.

I told him with a demonic grin. I wounded every part of his body. He couldn't even fight back because the tip of my blade was laced with poison that weakened anyone it cut. As I continued to graze him again and again, I noticed a ring on his finger. It was a symbol of a powerful organization once led by my father. We thought he was dead, which is why I joined another group, trained hard, and eventually became a skilled assassin. I worked with Agents P and T, and the most feared of all—Black 01, known as Sky. It was from her that I learned how to torture worthless people like this one.

she called out. “I’m fine,” he ground out. “Stay behind me.” The assassin twisted, kicking up a spray of mud as they darted around Kai with inhuman agility. Elise barely had time to throw herself to the side before a blade sliced through the space where her throat had been. Lightning flashed—white, blinding—and for a split second she saw the assassin’s eyes. Hollow. Empty. No hesitation. No emotion. This was no scout. No spy. This was a hunter.

I grabbed it as they yanked the knife free. When the figure spun toward me, I was ready. The mask covered most of their neck, but there was a gap at the side where fabric met skin. I jammed the needle through the opening, hitting the nerve cluster I knew was there. Their left side went slack immediately, their arm dropping to hang limp. "Bitch," they slurred. The electronic distortion couldn't hide the numbness affecting their speech now. But their right hand still worked. The assassin switched the knife to their good hand and came at me again. Slower now, but still dangerous. The thick clothing that had protected them was now working against them—they were overheating, the mask making it ha

I tapped his shoulder. He hesitated. “I just want to go play with something.” I said. He set me down and I limped over to the wall of knives and picked up a multicolored butterfly knife. I flipped it around, opening and closing it between my hands. “I need a new one of these. My old one is loose.” I flipped it closed and looked at Malachi, he was just staring at me in amazement. “What?” “I just forgot that you are a trained assassin. That’s all.”

Each corpse told a story of violence too brutal to comprehend. Anana’s gaze lifted. The remaining five shifted nervously under her stare. Her body stilled for a heartbeat. Then she moved. So fast… She blurred, vanishing from where she had stood. To the crowd, it was as if she had simply ceased to exist. One assassin lunged with venom-soaked blades strapped across his hands, tiny slivers gleaming with poison meant to fall even giants. His strike slashed through the air. Anana was already beside him. Her hand curled into a fist.

An overwhelming murderous aura started bearing down on him. Jay made a few rotations at lightning speed and dodged the assassin's cold blade. Jay looked at the assassin who was wearing a black stealth suit and had a hood over his head. His mouth, nose, and eyes were covered firmly. The thought of him hiding in Angeline's bed last night sent a burst of anger spurting from the depths of his heart. His eyes exuded an ice-cold aura. "Let me see your face." He clenched his fist, shifted his position, and started galloping on the rounded wall like a gecko, attacking the assassin from the side.

Was gone. Rowan returned from outside carrying something wrapped in cloth. "We found this." He unfolded it. It was a black throwing knife. Its handle carried the mark of a white raven. Cassian's face hardened. "I know that symbol." I looked at him. "Who does it belong to?" He stared at the knife for a long moment before answering. "The Raven Guild." "The finest assassins in the kingdom." "They don't kill for money." "They kill..." "...to keep secrets buried."

After Rihanna’s jet landed, the next one followed, carrying hundreds of assassins from Black Dragon. They were all men in black, but who would have thought that all their suits were customized to be bulletproof? Even their bodies were filled with hidden weapons and various sharp killing tools. Each of them had their own code name according to their method of killing. Dustin appointed five of them as leaders to head each of their teams. Among them were LethalKill, ScarletBlade, MysticDemon, Hollowflash, and DeadlyScythe.

She sighed before looking at the butcher's knife with blood dripping from it. She scoffed before sitting down in front of him. "You've been in prison since your failed attempt, of course, you wouldn't know if they planned anything new. However… surely you know who asked you to assassinate us." She took a powerful blow using the butcher's knife down to his hand. He screamed in pain as he frantically tried to leave but he was locked in place. All the other assassins in the room backed away from them. "Give me the name," she commanded with an ominous stare, ready to take another finger off.