Novel & Cerita The Assassin's Blade Series Order

Willa's face turned ashen, as if she had been slapped in the face. "Didn't the chief superintendent have several Savant Grandmasters protecting him? How did he get assassinated?" "They were also killed!" her subordinate replied with trembling voice. Willa sighed heavily. "Is the Bloodfang Order really that formidable?" "According to our intel, the Bloodfang Order's leader, Blade, is the real deal. He's reputed to have single-handedly taken down two Sovereign Grandmasters dispatched by the state government!" added several seasoned members of the law enforcement team.

“Let's move quickly, before the place above will be ruined. As the two notorious, ruthless, and top rank assassins, who already killed thousands of lives and never been failed in their own mission, are about to meet.” “If Crimson Blade, that girl has bounty on her head, I would like to also took her down. And have glimpse on her unrivaled face, face that no one can't describe nor ever see than the top high ranker assassins with the same level of skills and Aoi Akuma, her rival. But right now, I would not risk my life for something I can't gain a profit.” Meanwhile... Zitrey in black ninja outfit, stands firmly atop of people laid on the floor unconscious, with the blazing fire outside that r

He could hear the heavy breathing and and whincing of man on the other side of call. The assassin looked around with heavy heart all his brothers were lying death on the floor. "Boss we lose" Hearing his words Lucifer lost his patience and became enraged. His asked in fury "What the hell are you spouting, where is Blake?" "Boss we were attacked by QA organization and queen herself visit here it seemed that she had already anticipated what we were planning. All our members are killed no one is left. I shot her and even my dagger pierced her stomach but she was alive nothing happened to her.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

"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.

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

I took the blade from him and buried the silver blade in his stomach, but then I felt the other assassins surrounding me. I knew what came next; I had played this game before, but this time I was the prey, not the predator, and I knew how the story usually ends for the prey, even if one is as dangerous as I am. Another tried to grab me. I quickly ripped one of his hands off me and swiftly somersaulted to the far end, another charged at me and then ripped off the head of the next assassin who charged at me, watching his lifeless body fall to the ground. I was surrounded, but I was not going to beg like a rat; instead, I would die like a soldier, taking as many as I can to the after life.

That was not the frosty chill of ice but a more ominous, spectral cold, as if they were phantoms whose very presence stirred no breeze. Yehooda Ninjutsu! The only sound was the whisper of their weapons slicing through the air, two sleek and lethal short blades in their grasp. "Ladonna, take one, I'll handle the other!" Raimundo sprang into action, his moves sharp and decisive, striking with pinpoint accuracy. His fist connected with what seemed like a mere shadow, but it was the real deal, sending one of the assassins stumbling back. As the assassin retreated, blades flickered in and out of existence, striking Raimundo's arm and ringing out like steel on steel—a testament to his ironclad phy

Soo-ah drew a gun from his boot and fired — two shots, both missing as Red King spun through the air like fire given form. Blades clashed. Steel screamed. Devin caught the Red King’s knife on his own, twisting hard and pushing him back. Soo-ah circled from the side, but the assassin was too fast. He turned on Yuri. She raised the dagger just as he struck — their weapons clanged, and red sparks burst into the air. The room glowed red. Yuri’s eyes widened. “The prophecy—!” The dagger flashed. Time slowed. Then — a voice, low and ancient, echoed through their skulls:

I decided then and there to kill her father tonight. I would be killing two birds with a single stone: take down a target and gain semblance of order in my chaotic head. I didn't call a ride. I didn't need a digital trail on some company's server. I walked two blocks over to a dark parking garage and spotted a silver sedan, the most common car in the city. It was a ghost. No one looks twice at a silver sedan. I ditched the sedan in a muddy alleyway three blocks from the estate, wiped my prints, and slipped through the security blind-spot I'd rigged on my first day. I was back inside before the engine of the stolen car had even cooled.