Assassin Book Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

I say in annoyance as I smooth down my hair. He chuckles, “My apologies, now what can I do for what?” “Recently myself and another found ourselves being the targets of someone who seems to be manipulating people in our profession to end each other. I’ve found several cases of double homicides that are just chalked up to nasty cases of self-defence gone bad, but the causes of death in those cases all link up to assassins who all vanished without a trace. Of course, I now know what happened to them. I want to find the son of a bitch who put a target on my back and make him regret it. I figured if anyone would have answers regarding the disappearances of assassins, it would be you… Master,” I s

Mayari ignored Jim's remarks as she sat on the nearby chair and place her hand on the table that separated her from the elf. "I'm not here to say hi." she coldly stated. "Now start talking." "You're no fun." He sneered. "The truth is, I don't really know who's the mastermind of this case." "You're an assassin that is paid by an anonymous client." Mayari concluded. She knew the field very well. Jim was surprise that she was able to quickly grasp the situation. Nevertheless, she reached his expectation. "Yes." Jim nodded. "But judging by the amount of money he paid for the Royal Family's assassination and the very accurate information he have about the Royals, there is a high probability that

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.

Henry said casually. "This is our third encounter, right?" Sven asked. "Thank you for saving my life twice before. I feel so ashamed," Sven responded. "It's fate. Here, take this." Henry pulled out a book and tossed it over. He had plenty of resources because he was the Master of Golden Liberty and had previously been given opportunities. "What's this?" Sven was perplexed, but he was stunned when he saw the title on the cover. "The treasure of the assassin world—the Art of Assassination! Wait! There's also the Ghosty Steps?

STRINGS SERIES BOOK 1 STRINGS OF HEART Synopsis: Sian was born an autistic child. In her world, she would only see what she wanted. Although she was an autistic patient, she was born in an affectionate family. Her parents did not abandon her because of her congenital defect. Instead, they spent innumerable time and energy to patiently guide her, and strove to allow her to live life like a normal person. Sian was 5 years old, she was found to have an excellent talent in playing the Violin and had a rare interest in it.

I will be the only one who is number one. "Anyway, sir, do you still need to clarify what the Assassination Society is and why we were being pursued by them?" I questioned Dum regarding AS. Dum's demeanor changed to serious after hearing my question, and he did not respond right away. "Sir?" I say again, waiting for his response. I mean, I know what AS is, but I was wondering how he found out about it and how our attacker informed him about it while they were battling. Dum groaned in front of me, troubled eyes on me, "do you really want to know? I mean, you don't need to know about it," Dum questioned.

She bit down on the bloody dagger and began searching the two corpses, but aside from their weapons, neither bodyguard carried any keys. Aspen remained calm, silently reciting the killer's principles Andrew had taught her. "As an assassin, the first rule is to stay cool. The second rule is still to stay cool. The third rule is to be fast, and the fourth is to escape above all else… That's what matters most." She opened the black briefcase first but found only documents inside, no Blackstar Crystal. That meant the crystal was most likely hidden in the safe. Aspen's slender fingers moved toward the combination lock. However, at the last moment, she suddenly froze.

"You won’t be given ten years, Sameera. You don’t have that luxury." I stiffened. "Training starts with the mind. If you don't change your mindset, you won't survive here. You need to forget whatever fantasies you have of revenge—at least for now. Keep your anger, bury it deep, but don’t act on it until you're strong enough to do something about it." Her voice dropped slightly, a grim seriousness in her tone. "The only way out of here is to rise in rank. The only way to rise in rank is to complete assassinations. A great number of them."

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.”

But the assassin suddenly laughed. Then his body stiffened. A dark liquid slipped from his mouth. Lucian’s eyes widened. “Poison.” The assassin’s body went still. Dead. Cassian cursed softly. “They always carry poison.” I turned toward the second assassin. He was trying to stand. Lucian moved instantly and pinned him down. “You will not die before speaking,” he growled. The assassin stared at him. Then something strange caught my attention. A symbol burned into the assassin’s wrist. A crest.