The Assassin's Blade Series Order Novels & Stories

But before he was able to do that, he heard two footsteps behind him that seemed to have struggled before he stabbed Eros. He shouted in disbelief that he was able to stab the mafia boss. The lights in the arena turned on one after the other. "You missed," Eros murmured behind his ear again, making him jump a little. He turned around and saw Eros standing there with a mischievous smirk. His lips shivered as he looked back at the person he stabbed. His eyes widened and his knife fell to the ground. "You killed my brother!" Eros looked behind and the assassin who held his arms earlier was the one who shouted.

"Y-Ye—" "Did I fucking say you could speak?" Nate suddenly brought the knife close to Dante's face, noticing that his eyes had diverted and were stuck on the sharp edge. "What did I say would happen if you disobey order, huh?" He twirled the knife before slowly approaching it towards Nate's shoulder, seeing his eyes follow that direction as well. "You weren't listening, we're you?" He gently placed the blade onto Dante's skin, not pressing hard enough to cause any wound. But then, his face contorted and he spat, "Then I'll make you listen to me—" "Stop!"

Warm blood splattered across Serena’s face. The assassin slowly looked downward as a blade protruded clean through their chest. Silence. Absolute silence fell. Then— …the blade ripped out of his body violently backward and the assassin collapsed into the mud. Dead. Serena dropped to her knees coughing violently. Heavy footsteps approached slowly through the rain. A young woman emerged from the darkness. She had long dark hair soaked by rain and sharp green eyes. Twin blades in her hands. She looked young and beautiful, but just as deadly…

With every step, I drew closer to the reckoning that awaited at the heart of this fortress, the moment when the past and future would collide in a storm of steel and fury. As I rounded the final corner before the throne room, a sudden movement caught my eye—too swift and fluid to belong to any ordinary soldier. In an instant, a blade flashed, aiming for my side, but I twisted just in time, the steel grazing my armor with a harsh screech that sent a shiver down my spine. The assassin’s eyes glinted with cold fury, a mask of hatred and desperation etched into every line of their face. Our blades met with a violent clash, sparks flying in the dim light as we danced a deadly ballet of attack and

Not that it mattered. I shrugged, "Oh well." Then I struck. My blade was in my hand before they could react. The first man went down with a clean slice across the throat. Blood sprayed across the wall as I pivoted, dodging the second man's lunge. I grabbed his wrist, twisted it with a sickening crack, and slammed my knee into his face. He crumpled instantly as a yell of pain escaped from his lips. An assassin screaming in pain? They really needed to go to the afterlife to learn how to be a proper assassin. The third and fourth barely had time to react. One managed to unsheathe a dagger, but I grabbed his arm and drove my own knife into his ribs, twisting it for good measure. He gurgled, fall

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

But I didn't, not when all I was focused on as she started to circle the edge of my desk, was bending her ass over my desk and screwing my self into her body and soul, leaving her wrecked only to fix her back together. Kayla walked between me and the desk, the smell of orange blossom and vanilla filling my nose as she lifted her ass onto my desk, legs dangling just in front of my knees. "If this is what it'll take to stop you from breathing down my neck, then sure." she said softly. Locking her eyes with mine, she slipped her sandals off her feet, her tits spilled over her dress in the process, giving me more than an eye-full of her pale, milky tits.

Antonio lifted two fingers and Ghost and Shade moved like unleashed hounds. Shade’s blade flashed—quick, brutal, quiet. Ghost’s silenced gun coughed death into the air. The assassins storming in barely got a chance to fire before three were dropped, and another had his throat slit open. The windows were shattered from the multiple rounds of shots fired by snipers. One of the assassins lunged at Antonio, but before he could pull the trigger, Antonio swiftly moved and caught his wrist mid-air, twisted and snapped his arm, causing the assassin to scream. He snatched his gun, drove it into the assassin’s mouth, and fired.

“I need you dead.” One assassin lunged, he was fast, resilient, silent, and brutal but I was faster. I spun and ducked under his blade, and with that propensity, I sliced clean through his side. His scream echoed through the chamber before he collapsed in a pool of dark mist. The second assassin circled me, he seemed smarter. He weaved in and out of the shadows, trying their usual tricks of disappearing and appearing cunningly but I know better now. I focused, closed my eyes for half a second, letting the sword guide me.

Now, all she could see were the man's vital points, all of his openings and his blade. She darted in so quickly the man didn’t have time to react and she took her own blade out of its scabbard. She stabbed the man though his heart then she swiftly pulled the blade free before quickly darting towards the other man without hesitation or pause. The man was much faster than his partner, who had already collapsed on the floor dead, and was able to block her blade with his own. The man was now on guard with his blade in hand, his eyes narrowed at her.