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The blade crackled against it, sparks of light raining down like small suns. The assassin twisted away and slashed at Kael’s chest. Kael leaned back, bending unnaturally low as the blade skimmed past him—and then he swept upward, a sharp kick aimed directly at the assassin’s mask. The assassin slid back a step but didn’t fall. “A dancer,” the assassin murmured. “Or perhaps a phantom?” Kael didn’t respond. He surged forward again. This time the assassin switched cores—the air cooled—Caligo swirled around their arm—a shadow spear formed and hurled toward Kael’s throat.

Blood pumped out immediately,blade fell to his knees, clutching the bloody sword with both hands. “You brat!”. He roared, pulling out the swords forcefully from Blade's stomach. He dropped dead. The other assassins tried running away,but flying arrows from nowhere struck them causing them to slump,some died while some were on the floor, groaning in pain and agony. “Get a blaze phone,I'm getting my money back”. That was when it dawned on me that he came with his men,armed men at that. One stormed from nowhere and picked Blaze's phone from the floor,he handed it over to the alpha,who started scrolling through it.

A smile born from a place so black and bottomless it could devour the world whole. Her hand slid to the belt at her waist. She drew her assassin blade… the metal whispering with deadly intent as it left its sheath. The moonlight caught its edge and flared, reflecting a gleam as sharp as her rising bloodlust. And then she walked… Slow, unhurried steps through the blood-wet grass. Her blade swung loosely at her side… then dragged behind her, slicing into the damp earth. A clean, perfect line opened where the sharp edge traveled, parting the grass as though paying homage to its master.

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.

Thankfully, most of the stuff just involved hacking into certain systems and unraveling encryptions for a couple of Assassins. I look around the living empty living room and glimpse into my room, but it’s empty. Heart pounding with panic, I check the bathroom, but it’s also empty. It’s only when I hear sounds coming from my gym that my breathing steadies. I watch from the shadows as April practices a couple of fighting moves. At one point, she takes two knives from my weapons wall and expertly twirls and throws them. She really is good. Maybe even better than me. I’m just not sure if I want to be with another Assassin. I know that I’m being unfair, but I meant it when I said that I needed ti

The blade struck the shield with a deafening crack, sparks of silver and black energy exploding outward, illuminating the bloodied faces of Gale, Levi, and the guardians. The assassin recoiled, its borrowed body convulsing as the void eyes widened in surprise. "The Shadowed One... claims you," it hissed, its voice a chorus of whispers from the abyss. But Alina's shield held the bond with Gale amplifying it, his golden aura weaving through like threads of sunlight reinforcing the night. Gale lunged forward, his claws rending the assassin's throat in a swift, brutal arc. Black ichor sprayed, the body crumpling like a discarded puppet, the void eyes dimming to lifeless gray.

"Prepare yourself for destruction." "I won't die, assassin. It's my fate to kill you." Twin blades exactly like the assassin's appeared in my hands. Red lightning crackled all along their honed edges. The assassin came forward, his weight causing the ground to tremble slightly. I held my stance as he brought his blades down, trying to end me with one blow. In answer, I crossed my blades, blocking his swords. Red and purple lightning flashed together. Metal grated against metal like chainsaw slicing through ice. He pressed down heavily, sending me to my knees. But Christopher had just fed me, and I was strong.

she agreed hurriedly before closing the link, but not before I felt her rapid heartbeat and read her wild thoughts. "Come in," I said to my beta and gamma. As soon as they stepped in, I felt the shift in the atmosphere. I waited until they sat down across the table, then broke the silence. "What did you find out?" I asked. Nolan cleared his throat noisily while Aslan continued sitting in silence. "The girl's heart was ripped out by the time we reached the dungeon, Alpha. Although the murderer tried his best to make it seem like suicide, the absence of blood beneath her nails proves otherwise," Nolan revealed. He stopped and stared at Aslan briefly before continuing.

She will once again experience the wrath of Machitis but this time in full force. I grab her by her neck and push her straight onto the bed without concerning myself over her safety. She attempts to scramble away but I grab her ankle and pull her with such force I can hear the crepitus in her ankle she winces in pain and I have no remorse over her condition. I grab her other ankle and flip her over, she looks over her shoulder with trepidation as she tries to kick her ankles out of my hold. How adorable of her to think she can escape me. I let her loose so she feels she is back in control, I expect her to crawl away, however she does no such thing instead she brings her ankle closer to her o

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.