Novel & Cerita The Assassin's Blade Series Order

Assassins, masked, cloaked, their blades whispering free. Saraphina’s dagger was already in her hand. One figure lunged at her, silent and precise. She sidestepped, caught his wrist, and drove her blade under his arm. He gasped, staggered, fell. The freed roared in panic and defiance, some seizing broken boards, others hurling crates. Lucian met another assassin head on, steel ringing in the half-light. His blade swept fast, parried, then struck deep. Blood sprayed the floorboards. His voice cut through the storm. “Hold the line! Do not scatter!”

His hand went to his blade, and my pulse quickened. “I know,” I whispered, my own hand reaching for the hilt of my weapon. I felt the shift in the air, the unnatural stillness that had descended around them. It was too quiet, too perfect. Something was watching them, waiting. And then, from the darkness, the assassin’s emerged, a shadow against the storm. Their movements were swift and sure, their faces hidden beneath the hood of a cloak. They were dressed in black, their posture predatory, and in their hands, the blade shimmered cold and deadly.

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.

And the longer he absorbed the Reiki, the rate of absorption increased as well. Through it all, no one noticed that he was calmly cultivating—not even the three Danmarch elders who had slipped in to assassinate him had expected their target to have blended into their own camp! Soon, Caleb extended his sense into the ring Brax provided and began to practice with the sword art manual inside. "Legiondeath Sixteen…!" His eyes narrowed as he flipped through the pages, where each style and corresponding sword art was written. For speed and assassination, it was the Windrider, Windpiercer, Windsearer, and Windblazer!

The night wind carried the scorched sweetness into every open window of the estate. The first assassin burst from the pine forest. A curved blade raised high. Rex smashed the pommel of his sword into the blade. Sparks of clashing metal exploded in the night. The assassin's grip shattered. The curved blade flew from his hand. It embedded itself in a tree trunk. Rex reversed his swing. He slammed the flat of the greatsword into the assassin's chest. The sound of breaking ribs was muffled by the night wind. "Three Alphas. Save time. All at once."

I cried as I caught the flash of a dagger in the moonlight. The unknown woman slashed the dagger toward Selene, but my mate was faster. Selene dodged the attack, grabbing the woman’s wrist in the process and snapping it. The sickening crack of bone echoing through the night. I watched as Selene slammed her knee into the woman’s chest, leaning to whisper something in her ear before shifting her fingers to claws and tearing the woman’s throat out. “Do you have a death wish or something?” She screeched, turning toward where I sat clutching my side. “You were warned that assassins were coming, and you throw yourself at the first one you see?”

Now it was the assassins’ turn to run for their lives. High above, Shadow Blade, silent until now, gave a cold order: “Take them alive.” ***

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.

The blade sank deep—not into Crystal, but into him. The sound it made—the sickening, wet sound of steel through flesh—stole her breath. “Ryder!” Her scream cracked the night. His body jerked with the impact, but his arms locked around her, shoving her backward toward safety even as blood darkened his side. The assassin snarled, ripping the blade free to strike again. Fire surged inside Crystal, wild and scorching. Aelira howled in her skull, claws scraping against the fragile cage of her control. Burn him. Burn everything.

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