Assassin Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Lacan drew him up, by the collar and landed a punch on his face throwing him off balance and sending him down to the floor. A smile lingered on Lacan's lips, he likes handling people in his way and he liked the fact that the guy was helpless. It gave him all the ability to do what he wills to the assassin. He pulled a small Dagger out of his waist and the assassin flinched, his heart beating rapidly against his chest as he stared at the dagger in Lacan's hand. At this point, he was willing to tell Lacan who sent him to kill Ashley, but Lacan was not willing to listen to whatever he had to say.

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

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.

She will once again experience the wrath of Machitis but this time in full force. I grab her by her neck and push her straight onto the bed without concerning myself over her safety. She attempts to scramble away but I grab her ankle and pull her with such force I can hear the crepitus in her ankle she winces in pain and I have no remorse over her condition. I grab her other ankle and flip her over, she looks over her shoulder with trepidation as she tries to kick her ankles out of my hold. How adorable of her to think she can escape me. I let her loose so she feels she is back in control, I expect her to crawl away, however she does no such thing instead she brings her ankle closer to her o

I almost bristled at the filth in front of me, but I didn't let it show. Assassins. They were known for their cruelty. They had no rules, no code they lived by. They would take any job, no matter the species, gender, or age. You would only go to them if you truly hated your enemy and wanted them to suffer before they died. And someone sent them after me. The good news, they didn't play well with others. That meant they were alone. Instead, I tried to hide my gulp. His slimy smile only grew as he saw my throat bob.

He pesters me as I struggle with myself to at least be able to wiggle my fingers. I hate him. I hate him so much. No particular reason as to why they want him dead? His words right now are enough reasons. What part made me this unconscious? Was it the hit? Or was it the fact that I cut myself? Was it my blood? I have bled one too many times. Aunt Kitra made sure I never had my trainings easy. “What is an assassin if you cannot fight the same death you have made your job?” He continues to pester me as he increases his pressure on my foot.

"I'll let you know if I notice anything strange, I have to go now" Tristan left leaving him and Alison alone. He stared at her body. It was pale understandable due to the amount of blood she lost. He could see her long lashes as her eyelids were shut. He wanted to stare at hemerald-greeneen eyes. He never really told her how enchanting it looked or how he liked it when she stared at him especially the look in her eyes when she challenged him.

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

He made an odd hmmm sound and I raised my brows and glanced at the screen. "Who are you, I can tell you're a vampire as well from your eyes but they aren't familiar to me since I know several thousand," I growled through the lie threateningly. He chuckled heartily and the sound was warm and comforting. I frowned upon experiencing the feeling. He slipped off the mask and I melted into my chair. He was gorgeous. Face of Adonis and surprisingly blue highlighted black hair that looked really edgy but sexy on him. I concentrated on slowing down my breathing and acted nonchalantly. I know my gray eyes lit up showing him my appreciation for his good looks. It was something out of my control and an

3rd Prince Carlos Relani Devion - he is a well-known battle freak, a bloodthirsty soldier, he is practically the same at the same time not with Felix the most gullible one. Then....... Emperor Cassius Vitalis - Devion - everyone describes him as an ice block, no one can look at him directly, lest their eyes itch just from his cold piercing glimpse. He is a very capable ruler despite being an ice block.