Assassin Aesthetic 소설 & 이야기

The impact sparked against his claws, metal shrieking, fracturing. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. Silence. His other hand was already moving before the broken blade hit the floor, ripping forward, plunging into the throat of the assassin who’d thrown it. A spray of red hit the wall like paint. The body dropped, twitching, convulsing, then went still. Ashar turned his head slowly, scanning the next wave of attackers. Not rushed. Not panicked. Calm in a way that Mae couldn't take her eyes off him. Predatory. Focused. Controlled violence incarnate. Mae gaze lingered. She could not look away.

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

“I had her changed because she put on a suit-type outfit for tonight. I told her to put on a dress for a change.” “I’m here.” The three looked towards the direction of the voice and Ashley let out a groan. “You’re really hopeless, Alex,” she complained lightly. Alex stood tall and undeniably striking in a sleeveless black, lace jumpsuit with a deep V-neckline and bow detail. The solid color behind the lace matches the color of her skin tone that looks like she is wearing nothing underneath the lace. There’s no need for her to wear heels as her height already gave the effect of the jumpsuit. She paired it with a glittery pointed pump.

She glanced at the blood in the knife with disgust as she turned to the remaining. The other two threw their guns to the ground and Brought out their weapons from wherever they hid it. "Ok let's do this" Scarlett smiled carelessly and turned the knife in her hands. The two assassins attacked at the same time each stabbing towards her vital points because their aim is her death. Scarlett smiled slightly as she moved her body slightly dodging the one that attacked from the right, while she gripped the knife of the one that attacked from the left, stabbing hers directly on his neck

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

Half of the guys will stick close to Ares and Liam. Women assassins are dressed in a tight leather high neck jacket with belts concealing blades, and a black mask covers half of their faces, revealing just their cat eyes with uniform blue eye contact lenses. The leathered thin trousers, along with five-inch heeled boots, embrace their well-formed physique. They seemed to be snow assassins since their hair was snow-colored. Some were ponytailed, while others had their hair in buns. The males are dressed similarly, except that they carry a cloak around their shoulders. On the surface, everything seems to be ordinary, yet no one can see the sharp objects hidden behind those clothing. Chiara was

The man who once lived for my breath was now the predator stalking it, his every movement a jagged, lethal promise of my end. We were on the open observation deck of the Spire’s flagship, suspended thousands of feet above the burning Iron Shore. The wind howled around us, tearing at my silk gown and the Sovereign tactical gear that now encased his body. Dante moved with a sickening, mechanical grace, his obsidian arm glowing a sterile, blinding white. He was "Assassin 01," a ghost with no name and no mercy.

The one person you don’t call unless you’re serious. Alessio Rossi. An assassin. An underworld ghost. No one sees him unless they need someone found… or erased. Killian and I, we didn’t get our hands dirty—we had people like Alessio for that. The call was short. I gave him a brief rundown, and we discussed his f*e, which, as usual, was steep. He preferred to do things remotely—photo, location, drop-off. But I wanted to see him. I wanted to be sure it would be done right. No room for mistakes.

I didn't remember what I was like before the accident, but I was sure I wasn't a flowery girl with hearts and unicorns spilling out of my eyes. From the guns and knives hanging on racks in my weapons place, I was definitely hardcore and gritty. Female assassins didn't wear dresses with sweetheart necklines or dinner dresses with pencil heels, not unless they were undercover and wanted to fool someone. No!