Invisible Black Knife Assassin Novels & Stories

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.

The black knights were skilled assassins, killing for them wasn't just a specialty, it was a way of life and unluckily for them, I came prepared. The hum of an engine filled the air as a black van came rolling in, the rear lights shone brightly nearly burning my fucking retinas. The van stopped right in front of me making cold wind hit my skin. I clenched my jaw as I could already tell who would attempt something so stupid— Nickolai.

She did not look away. Silas Vane stepped up beside me, his massive frame completely tense, his hand gripped so tightly around the hilt of his massive steel blade that his leather gloves creaked. His obsidian eyes, burning with a lethal crimson fire, were locked onto the churning, steaming abyss below. The shrieks were beginning to die down, devolving into wet, heavy splashes and pathetic, gargling moans as the toxic current dragged the ruined assassins downstream, away from the vulnerable laundry chutes.

The unsheathing of his knife made the group of assassins uneasy. "It's been a while since I last killed." Maverick chuckled. Then, before anyone could react, he sliced off a chunk of flesh from the arm of one of the assassins. The assassin tried to swallow his agonized screams. Shortly after, he fainted, overwhelmed by pain. Violet's brows creased. Maverick was like a smiling demon camouflaged in a human's skin. The wider his smile, the more ruthless his actions. The Night Crawlers were doubtlessly people none could afford to cross.

I placed my hands on my knees and caught my breath, taking lungfuls of air as I looked up at him. I held my hand out and offered the sword back to him. “Take it” I said and the assassin simply looked at me for a while. Even his eyes were covered by a black veil, making it a bit difficult for me to notice the color. He reached forward and hesitated a bit, thinking that I would ram the tip of the sword in him when he would near but I did no such thing. He grabbed the sword by the blade as I let go of it. “So, why were you after me?”

The Seven-Eyed Dragon Mafia clan was a well-oiled machine, synchronized in their movements, driven by a singular purpose, DEATH. With the precision of a surgeon, SAKI approached Senator Ivan, who remained oblivious to the danger closing in on him. The moment was surreal for Jared, as if time itself had slowed down, allowing him to witness the final act of his carefully orchestrated vengeance. SAKI moved like a trained Assassin, infact, that was what he was. Gently bringing out the knife that he had hid under the sleeve of his tuxedo, he moved closer to senator Ivan, step by step.

She immediately stared at Nika as she knew only, she could do it. Nika stopped swallowing. Her throat started closing. Everyone kept Yekaterina oblivious to the mafia world, rest everyone knew who did what and who was capable of what. Nika immediately grabbed a knife and hid it in her hand. Poor woman! She knew she had no chance against Afanasiia, the assassin known as the Heeler.

A ringing noise erupted in my ears from being hit with such a force. Everything happened in such a quick succession that I didn't get a chance to defend myself. Ignoring the pain, I collected myself from the ground and extracted my kunai knife, which I always carried but kept concealed in my hand. Turning towards the enemy I discovered he was a masked figure with a dark green ninja uniform. The way he moved so fast, I understood he was a trained assassin. The black eyes screamed evil as he judged me from head to toe. "Who are you?" I asked, clutching my head, the blood was now seeping into my hair and eyes.

"I went to the black market before and wanted to buy a handy weapon. I met a vendor. The vendor said that he knew an internationally famous master. Many top killers have ordered weapons from him. I have seen photos of him, so as long as I see that weapon, I will definitely recognize it!" "Are you sure that the vendor didn't lie to you?" One-eyed Jack confirmed. "Yes, that dealer is very famous in the black market. In order to be my voice, he showed me the orders of other assassins. I checked them all and there is no problem." "Then what is his usual killing tool?" One-eyed Jack asked curiously, "It's neither a knife nor a sword, but it's extremely sharp and can kill people in an instant. Thi

Perhaps it simply… came to me. In that moment, I felt the knife come to life in my hand. It wanted blood. It wanted to feed. So I fed it. The assassin’s eyes widened for a split second when he saw the glowing weapon. And then it was leaving my palm and slamming into the space between his eyes hard enough to pin him to the bedpost. He was dead before he could blink. The knife pulsed for a few moments—or maybe that was just my hazy vision fading in and out—before it languidly slipped itself out of his skull, letting him slump to the ground, and returned to my palm like a happy pup, satisfied from its dinner.