Assassin Book Series Novels & Stories

I released a sigh of relief and settled on the driver's seat but then the car turned silent. "Can I ask you a question?" Leonardo broke the silence after a while. "Go ahead." I answered. "Why did you decide to become an assassin? I mean you have all your life right in front of you and you could have literally been anything else." "I didn't have the option to be anything else. I didn't even get to choose to become this, it was forced on me. He stayed silent like he was ushering me to continue with what I was saying.

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

Avyanna reached for it, but she did not flip it open. "It has been 10 years since the last group of assassins were sent to them. And that was under the previous director of the FBI. Everytime a director goes down to his/her position, they will personally kill the assassins that have been sent to them to shut them up and avoid leaving any traces that would link to them." That only means that after the current director goes down to his position, it will be automatic that Avyanna and her team will be killed. Avyanna inwardly snorted.

The Quicksilver assassin stood slowly but continued to stare down at Casper’s bloody lump of a body. The commotion was noticed by Azreal and as the Alpha began making his way toward Jay, he caught sight of the carnage beneath his assassin and began to pick up speed. As Jay and Azreal reached Mj the assassin calmly stepped away from her victim and looked at her brother, “you are wrong about me Jay,” she stated in an eerily calm voice and slowly strolled toward the car.

Would be use as an evidence. Back then as an assassin, I always made sure I destroy every proof that I have. Every single one of them, I don't ever leave any trail or something that could stand as a weapon against me. I am always careful. There was this particular book that caught my eye, is actually the title that piqued my interest... The book title is, *The kidnapping of five kids.* This is so gross, killing people wasn't enough, he actually... Kidnapped kids! My father is a real psycho.

His eyes weren't their usual striking gold anymore; they were a terrifying, glowing crimson, burning with the promise of absolute death. In a display of terrifying, supernatural speed, Cassian intercepted the assassin before the man's boots could fully settle on the floor. He didn't just hit the man; he pulverized him. Cassian caught the assassin by the throat mid-air, the force of his grip snapping bone instantly, and slammed him down into the marble floorboards. The wood cracked under the impact. The threat was neutralized in a matter of seconds, the second assassin dropping like a stone, completely lifeless before he even knew what had hit him.

The walls shuddered as I tore the bookshelves from them, sending books flying across the room. When my anger had run its course, I plopped down into a recliner that offered safe harbor in the destruction. My uncle, the King, had been clear. I was to kill the alpha and then move on to Alistair. I had succeeded in my first task when I killed Selene. My mind began to turn over a plan as I surveyed the chaos I had created. Alistair had decades of experience as an assassin, more connections than most with his position as leader of the guild. It was unlikely he would return if he had in fact left because he knew the King had tired of him. I could lie. Tell my uncle the deed was done, and he would

Lyph~ the soul which resided within the baby's body, was a notorious Killer. Killed thousands of lives, be it corrupted or innocent as it was her job. She was also a weapon smith, but only making weapons for herself, deadly kinds of weapons, many even wished for her to make theirs too, but she refused nonetheless.

I make my way to a rental car I have parked two blocks away, get in and drive back to Hotel LeVeque, where I plan to soak in a nice hot tub and get a good night’s rest. This is what my life consists of. I travel the globe killing people for a living. I don’t take any sexual gratification from what I do, I don’t even do it for the money really – although it does pay incredibly well. No, this work; this life, runs in my blood. It’s deep rooted in who I am. By the age of twenty-nine I have become one of the most prolific assassins in the world. To those in this shadow world or those who seek me out I am only known by my codename. Blackheart.

I don't want anything from anyone. My sister was dead. The thought kept circling in my head, over and over, like a song I couldn't stop playing. Dead. Zylara was dead. Gone. Never coming back. Even when I'd been working as an assassin all these years, there was never any threat on my sister or me. It was always a clean job - get in, do what needed to be done, get out. Nobody ever came after me. Nobody ever knew who I was. So why is Cassius's situation different? Why do I have to suffer for his bad work? For his mistakes?