The Assassin's Blade Series Order Novels & Stories

The hall burst into different sounds; screams, anguish, the thunder of metal on metal– sword against sword, bladed against blades and swords against blades. My blade arched, slashing through the air, I pivoted in one single breath, swiftly fucking and changing position, the dagger finally finding home. The assassin's eyes widened like he'd never believed that he would die that way, then he stilled, his body losing movement then darkness until his body crumpled like a pack of cards at my feet. My guard, Marcell, caught the First envoy, the tall one, he caught him off balance, lifted him and slammed him down.

“Then work I shall.” Again, the blade slashed downward. Zev jerked to the side, catching the edge of the metal tray stand and shoving it forward. Instruments scattered noisily to the ground. One scalpel skittered within reach. His fingers snatched it up, gripping it tightly, knuckles white despite the weakness in his limbs. The assassin lunged, aiming for his chest. Zev slashed upward with the scalpel, carving a deep line into the man’s forearm. A muffled curse escaped the intruder as the blade cut through his sleeve and into flesh. Blood sprayed, and for a moment the assassin staggered.

“You… should not be standing.” Kael spat blood onto the ground. “I told you.” His voice cracked—but the venom remained. “She will live.” The assassin drew their blade back. “Not while I still breathe.” Kael wiped the blood from his lip. “Then you won’t breathe long.” The assassin lunged—Lux's blade blazing. Kael rose—slow, painful, but determined—Caligo swirling like a black storm around his broken mask but the assassin was faster. They reached him in a heartbeat. A flash of white light—a blur of silver—the blade drove.

How can someone who murders a person be capable of the greatest skill of all, healing? Lucien, I need to remember his name instead of just ‘the assassin’ softly knocking on the door late into the night. I sent Kyra to deal with him but even I had to admit he looked immaculate in a crisp white shirt. He was wearing one of Alexanders, but it was stretched to the max over his wider shoulders and muscles.

I lunged, grabbing George’s still-warm corpse and hoisting it in front of me as a shield. Bullets tore through his lifeless body, the impact pushing me back, but I held firm. My arms shook under the weight of the dead man, the thick scent of blood filling my nose, but I gritted my teeth and waited for the moment. The second their magazines clicked empty— I moved. Dropping George’s body, I lunged forward, my blade flashing under the dim, flickering light. The first guard barely had time to react before I plunged my knife into his throat. A choked gurgle escaped him as he staggered, crimson pouring from the deep wound.

He got up from the ground, extending a hand to her “I don’t think Ezio would mind you holding my hand to get up, would he?” Iris smiled, taking his hand in hers, and clenching my fists at the sight, I counted the seconds to when Cassandra came out and ended the bastard’s life, and catching sight of her, I smirked when I saw her walking out behind the Alpha. She stayed quiet as Iris pulled away from him, hearing her walking behind her. Sensing his mate, Ryker turned around to face her only to frown when she stabbed his stomach, his body tensing “this is for my daughter, Ryker”

I didn't get to blink my eyes when they both attacked him. My heart sank. He lifted his both swords blocking their hit. Second and Third assassin took out long blades. Terror filled me. Putting his weight on the swords, he pulled himself back. They didn't stumble and attacked him again. The collision of blades filled the air. My heart was drumming when his grip losses on one of his swords. A small shriek tore out of my lungs. They lifted their swords more aggressively. I clasped my hands together in anticipation. Another blade gleamed under the light. I let out a long breath that I was holding. Assassin blocked one of the swords.

He let his head rest on the couch and closed his eyes. Without warning, he felt a cold metal pressed on his neck. He gasped and opened his eyes but made no sudden move. He knew what meatal could mean and he was right. A stiletto blade was pressed against his neck. He knew that blade to be the choice of assassins since medieval times. He also knew Tikhon’s assassins never used any blade, they preferred guns, then who the hell came to kill him? “Get up!” commanded the assassin. Yoshiro was extremely careful. One wrong move and that stiletto could pierce his skin like a hot knife in butter. He stood up and three people stood before him with the fourth one pointing the blade at his neck.

I furrowed my brows at him. “I meant, good that he wasn’t your boyfriend…not that he was a fucking moron that got himself killed.” I tilted my head at him. He ran a hand through his hair. He looked nervous. “Please disregard what I just said.” I scoffed. “Yeah, sure.” “Good.” He let out a breath. “How many people have you taken out?” Most assassins didn’t keep count; after the first few years, they all blended together. But I knew the exact number of people I had taken out for the last decade. “Three hundred and fifty-seven.”

His scream choked off in his throat before he fell face-first into the sand, twitching once, then still. Silence… Only one remained. … The Assassin leader cracked his neck slowly, the sound echoing like breaking timber. He flexed his wrists, hopped lightly on his toes. His boots dragged across the sand as his eyes burned with hatred. The crowd stirred. Anana’s white gaze locked on him. The duel began. The leader struck first. He was fast… faster than the assassins before him. His blades gleamed as they darted and sliced. He struck from the left, from the right, overhead, underhand. His body moved with a predator’s grace, venom dripping from his steel claws.