Novel & Cerita The Assassin's Blade Pdf Online

"Mission report." With cold glacier eyes, the woman placed a folder towards the man sitting at the front of her. "Oh its done, well that was early." "I know." She simply responded before turning her back towards him and walked towards the door but before she could even get the chance to turn the handle she felt something cold piercing her stomach making it numb, looking down only to find a sword pierced from her back to her front and that's not all the weapon that pierced her was none other than her most beloved weapon which accompanied her from her thousands of massacres.

The moment I stepped into the room, I flinched and it appeared before me, a blade so thin and sharp I could feel it cut my skin even before it touched it. I bent backwards and the blade stopped right above me. It changed direction and stabbed down but I kicked out, pushing the leg of the assassin and bending out of the way as he staggered forward. I grabbed the hand wielding the blade and in one quick move, I pulled it out of its socket. Blood spurted out, dying the floor, bed and walls crimson. I used my hand to stab the assassin and he fell limp on the ground dead. I picked up the blade and I threw it at the curtain, it stabbed into a figure and the person also fell to the ground dead. I w

With a discordant scream of rending metal, my mana sword sliced through his steel blade, cleaving it in two. The assassin staggered back, his eyes wide with disbelief above the mask, staring at the useless hilt. That single moment of shock was the only opening I needed. I thrust my arm forward. The blade of light shot from my grasp, piercing clean through his chest. He crumpled to his knees, a horrible gurgling sound escaping his lips before he collapsed face-first onto the stone floor. Silent. Still.

Then, gritting his teeth and swinging his arm to knock his assailant back, he shot through his ribs. But before he could recover, another person emerged from the darkness. A blade flashed towards his face. Nicholas barely dodged, the sharp edge close enough to graze his cheek. He fired a shot, but Adrian's men, his attackers, were already on the move and they were swift and threatening. Grabbing his wrist, one of them roughly twisted it. His gun fell out of his hand and clattered against the concrete that had been soaked by the rain.

I threw the blood letter straight at the Red Line soldier’s face, and the second his blade lifted to cut it out of the air, I went low, sliding through the mud beneath the swing of the soldier nearest me. My dagger drove into the back of his knee. This time, I didn’t wait to see if he screamed. I ripped the blade free, grabbed the strap across his chest, and used his weight to yank myself upright as Kael’s power exploded past my shoulder. Cold slammed into the Red Line formation, frost racing across wet leaves and armor, turning mud slick beneath their boots. Two soldiers lost their footing, and Cassian was on them before they could recover, red hair flashing through the dark as his blade ca

Alex took her gaze off the scope of the rifle she is holding after taking the shot that hit straightly towards the felon’s head. She then stood up and handed the rifle to Damon, who stood guard as she took her shot through the clerestory window at the empty utility deck of the building.

The assassin pulled a jagged bone-knife from his belt and drove it into Harrison’s side. I saw the flash of red on Harrison’s shirt. The scent of woodsmoke and heated copper filled the room. "Harrison!" "Get the scroll out!" Harrison yelled. He slammed the assassin against a bookshelf, the wood splintering. Books tumbled down like a landslide of history. "Go!"

The sound of the blade breaking came as a terrifying surprise. One second, Marcus was as good as a dead man, pinned against the truck with a silver-tipped knife inches from his throat. The next, the air seemed to fold in on itself. There was a sudden, violent rush of wind, a cold blast that smelled like mountain herbs and ozone. Before anyone could even blink, the assassin who had Marcus pinned down and was about slicing the silver blade which smelt like it was coated in wolfsbane was crumpled on the concrete floor, his poisoned blade snapped into two useless pieces of metal.

Reginald, dressed in black as usual, moved like a shadow in the night. Meanwhile, Ivan was about to round a corner, unaware of the silver gleam of a blade silently closing in on him. With a slight smile, Reginald sprang forward. Though still several paces away, he arrived ahead of the assassin, calmly positioning himself between Ivan and the attacker. He blocked the blade with his sheathed sword, the assassin’s shock contrasting with Reginald’s nonchalance. With a flick of his wrist, Reginald unsheathed his sword, its cold gleam slicing through the night as it effortlessly slit the assassin’s throat.

If they where to throw me off balance even once that could throw me into deeper trouble. I felt the assassin to my left shift and it drew my attention towards him. He came barreling towards me, his sword held high in the air above him. What an idiot, he practically exposed himself with so many openings. As he approached I ran towards him, his surprise throwing him off balance as I clipped my shoulder into his stomach. As he collapsed to the ground, I reached for his blade in his hands and snapped his wrist with a fluid motion. Screaming in pain, he dropped the blade. Grinning I snatched the blade from the air as it fell, and twirled it in my hand. With out missing a beat, I dragged the blade