The Assassin's Blade Series Order Novels & Stories

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

Ready. The moment the guard turned the corner, I seized him, catching him by surprise. He staggered, losing his footing, but rolled swiftly to recover. Before he could react further, I lunged with my blade, aiming for his heart. His reflexes were sharp—he blocked the strike, gripping my wrist with both hands. But the move left him exposed. In one fluid motion, I drove my second dagger upward, plunging it deep into his chest before twisting. His grip slackened as life left him. I scanned the area for a hiding spot, but finding none, I dragged his body back to where the first guard lay. Once concealed, I retraced my steps toward the opposite side.

The blade sliced through the air above my head before crashing into a nearby table, wood splintered everywhere. I kicked at the attacker’s knee and they staggered back only a step before lunging again our blades collided once more. “Who are you?” I demanded. No answer. The assassin fought in complete silence. Another strike and another block. I remembered Vaelor’s lessons and the things I had learnt from Knox. I shifted to the side before the next attack landed. For the first time I managed to push the stranger back. The assassin tilted their head slightly and then they attacked even faster. I stumbled backward and my shoulder slammed into the wall.

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

Crimson spills across white ground. A heavy sound escapes Noah as he spins, blade cutting through air in a broad sweep, pushing the Penance away. Yet forward comes the assassin, unyielding. Twin swords flash like quicksilver threads stitching danger all around. Backward steps Noah, parrying each strike, ground lost with every move toward the clearing's heart. Who took them? Fear tightens my chest. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Yet here we stand, trapped instead. A sharp kick hits Noah's knee. Down he goes, one leg sinking into the snow. Exactly as seen before. Up comes the killer’s primary blade, aimed straight down.

Lyra whispered urgently. "They aren't just drones," Valerius whispered, his violet eyes glowing with a terrifying clarity. "I can smell them. The Black-Sun Assassins. They’ve bypassed your static. They're already in the basement." At that exact moment, the reinforced doors at the end of the corridor twisted violently then exploded inward. Three figures stepped through the flames. Each assassin held a weapon. Dusk-Blades—weapons designed to sever the connection between a shifter and their primordial form.

A blade flashed in the dim light, silver, her senses warned her, aimed at her. Casie twisted, the silver blade slicing through her jacket but missing flesh. She countered with a vicious kick that would have shattered a human's knee. The assassin grunted but remained standing, confirming her suspicion that this was no ordinary human. "Who sent you?" she demanded, circling warily. "The rightful guardians of supernatural order," the distorted voice replied. "Those who understand that some prophecies are warnings, not promises." Through the bond, she felt Rick recovering, his determination a steady pulse as he moved to protect the teenager. Nathaniel had engaged the second assailant, his centuri

“Jesus! That kid never runs out of energy, does he?” A chuckle escapes my lips at his amazement. “Connor is definitely in a league of his own.” Declan looks down at his feet then back at me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looks nervous. Licking my lips, I lift my knees to my chest, wrap my arms around them and take a deep breath. “What are you?” I ask the question that has been niggling in the back of my mind since she showed up at the mansion. His brow quirks, but he maintains an even expression. “What do you mean?” Puffing out a breath, I throw back the covers and rise from the bed. “Wow,” I mutter out in disbelief. “Are we really going to play this game, Declan? Well, let me brea

"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.

Pick the black guy, Percy said to the guy by the screen stopping his movement again. The assassin in question was a very dark man with skin like coffee, and eyes that matches his skin with piercing cheeks bones, and hollow cheeks, his stare intense and deadly. His nickname 'Blade' thirty-six, been with the agency for eight years, has a rank of gamma with six hunts, and slices through his victims before they could see his blade coming, he is fast and calculating. The next Assassin picked was called Lighting a young very beautiful curvaceous woman with fiery beach blonde tresses floating down her back, parted at the center with pale liquid blue eyes that looked to have sparkles in them with a