The Assassin's Blade Series Order Novels & Stories

I said as I gently picked up the knife that had fallen beside me. Before becoming a professional assassin, you must attend several training sessions in order to master all of the techniques that an assassin must know and study, and one of those techniques is that when one area of your body is vulnerable, you must think of another strategy to strike your opponent. "B*tch, don't be too arrogant or you'll end up at Satan's door!" My assailant had laughed at my confidence once more. "Oh please, don't joke about it because you'll regret it, I swear," I said to my assailant, "because you'll be the one to wind up on Satan's doorstep, honey," I said coldly.

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.

I said softly, “they should not slither where fire waits.” From the darkness, steel hissed free. And from the shadows behind them, Cassian moved. His sword flashed silver, cutting through silence with lethal grace. The first assassin lunged for me, only to be caught mid-step Cassian’s blade drove through his chest, the sound wet and final. The second spun, striking low, but I had already seized the fallen dagger. I caught his wrist, twisting hard. Bone cracked, and his weapon clattered to the floor. I drove my knee into his gut, sending him sprawling.

The mist hissed corrosively the moment it touched stone. “Lay a finger on her, and you get through me first!” Serena gritted her teeth, fierce wind primal power erupting under her feet. She charged straight at the assassin leader with her blade raised. Yet the gap in cultivation rank was undeniable. Even Serena could not withstand the joint assault of five Commander Realm assassins. Blades clashed sharply. A violent surge of dark power sent Serena staggering backward several steps. Her palm split open, nearly making her drop her weapon. A deep gash sliced across her left shoulder, and venom quickly blackened the flesh around the wound.

End him. I did. Flame wrapped tighter, biting bronze until it split. Light bled from him in streams, too bright, too heavy, like the marrow of stars spilt across stone. His knees hit the floor. His hands clawed empty air. The First Blade—the gods’ hand, their assassin—knelt. To me. --- Silence shook the hall. Every wolf stared. Every breath trembled. The priestesses sobbed silver, faces glistening. Selene did not move. Her face was unreadable, but her hands—her hands trembled.

It was Mack, the son of the crime boss that had ordered her father's murder. For a moment, she was stunned. She couldn't bring herself to pull the trigger. But then she remembered the years of training and discipline that had led her to this moment and steadied herself. Mack was just another job, and she was determined to complete it. As she made her way out of the bar, her thoughts were consumed by Mack and the revelation of his identity. She had never hesitated before, but something about him had made her pause. She had to remind herself that she was an assassin, and feelings had no place in this line of work.

he instructed, his voice steady but firm. His team immediately complied, scanning the surgical site with careful precision. Every vessel had to be examined, every stitch secure. Even the slightest uncontrolled bleed could turn into a catastrophe. Marcus observed as his assistants moved efficiently, scanning for leaks, ensuring that no silent danger lurked beneath the surface. The seconds stretched, but soon, the verdict was in—no active bleeding. The bypass held perfectly. It was time to close.

I will make sure that this time, I can execute my plan well. So before midnight, I was already out of the manor with my horse and sword. With four years of being an assassin, I could travel in night time without any effort. Darkness is part of an assassin's life since most of the time, we do our job in the dark. I reigned my horse to a stop when I saw who was standing before the glistening river under the bright moon. His back was on me, calm and still as he stood there. He didn't move from where he is even though I'm sure he is already aware of my presence. I unmounted my horse at once and walked towards him.

It sounded like an old man. Xasha drew his Storm Caller from his storage ring. The new storm caller's blade was no longer obsidian black. Now it was pearl white. The runes etched into the blade were different; they were much smaller and more perfect. He held it in his hand and was about to activate it. "Attack! Kill him and then kill that bitch inside the carriage too," The same old man shouted, he seemed to be the leader of these assassins.

Taking a gamble, I release my grip on one of my daggers. The dagger fell to the floor with a clink and as Nash's line of focus fell to the dagger while it fell, I reached to my back and pulled out a switchblade from the belt to deliver the final blow. The switchblade was already aiming for Nash's throat when I saw it from the corner of my eye. The movement was too fast and my body, unable to react in time, convulsed when a kneecap slammed straight into my unguarded solar plexus. The impact had sent me crashing into the wall behind as if I was a mere sheet of paper. I was by no means light but Nash was that powerful.