Assassin Books Fantasy Novels & Stories

Thankfully, most of the stuff just involved hacking into certain systems and unraveling encryptions for a couple of Assassins. I look around the living empty living room and glimpse into my room, but it’s empty. Heart pounding with panic, I check the bathroom, but it’s also empty. It’s only when I hear sounds coming from my gym that my breathing steadies. I watch from the shadows as April practices a couple of fighting moves. At one point, she takes two knives from my weapons wall and expertly twirls and throws them. She really is good. Maybe even better than me. I’m just not sure if I want to be with another Assassin. I know that I’m being unfair, but I meant it when I said that I needed ti

He’s even smiling after he’s dead. Arthur looked at the man who had now left before him, then at the second floor, and in the end, at Mackenzie, who was now sitting next to him. He laughed while scowling, “Are you like what they show in fantasy novels? Like those assassins who manage to swing their blades so quickly that they can take someone’s head off without the victim realizing?” Mackenzie smiled and gently shook his head. “Everything you read in novels is lies, so you shouldn’t believe in them.”

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

I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story. I am Azazel Black, and this is my story of falling in love with my mother’s murderer. I am the only one who could keep you safe; they all fear me. If they dare bare their teeth at you, darling, I will pull them out one by one and hang them as my necklace. ……………

The light on my skin dimmed from a vibrant, living flame to a dull, bruised orange. Beside me, Rowan let out a sound that wasn't a roar, but a pained groan. His massive, ten-foot frame seemed to sag. The amethyst fire that usually rolled off his fur was being pulled toward the porcelain masks of the assassins, disappearing into the red slits of their eyes. He swung a massive claw at the nearest figure, but the assassin simply leaned back, the movement so precise it looked mechanical. The green needle in the assassin's hand hissed as it cut through the air, leaving a trail of poisonous vapor that made my lungs burn.

I rounded the corner just in time to see Nyra shoved against the wall by a blur of motion, black blade raised to her throat. “No—” I didn’t think. I didn’t shout. I bled. Magic exploded from my body in a scream of crimson and gold. Bloodbinding tendrils shot down the hall, slicing through the air like razors. The assassin twisted to evade—but too late. The magic wrapped his wrist, tore the blade from his hand, then dragged him back down the hall by the ankle. He snarled—inhuman. Not mortal. Something twisted by old spells. My magic flared again, wild and primal.

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

Bianca Salvatore has spent her entire life learning one thing: never trust anyone. Raised in foster homes and shaped by a childhood she would rather forget, Bianca had built herself into what had become the nightmare of even the most powerful men in the underworld —a highly skilled, cold-blooded assassin with a reputation for never failing a contract. Then she is given the contract of a lifetime: kill Luca Vincenzo, the ruthless and untouchable leader of the most powerful mafia cartel in Boston. Luca is everything Bianca has been trained to kill—dangerous, calculating, wealthy, and seemingly impossible to kill. When Bianca's assassination attempt goes wrong, she finds herself at L

Newborn vampires! "This is going to be fun," she thought She positioned herself on the branch, taking the black gloves in her hand, after pinpointing the locations of every active assassin in the woods. After putting on the gloves, she gripped the dagger tightly in her hand and jumped to a nearby tree towards her first target. Hearing the shuffle, the assassin glanced in her direction but didn't pay much attention. "Rookie mistakes," she chuckled

he finished as he rose. The room, surrounded by his fifteen elite, he froze midway through his rise, transfixed by the sight of the assassin before him. Everything that happened next happened at once, and yet he watched it as if it were intended for him to see. In the man’s grip came a burst of flame, and from the space around his hand a blackness spilled from somewhere within the light like a pool of blood from an unattended injury, smoke rising as it came to life, drawn from a place Maekil could only surmise to be an abomination. And when it was over, like the tale of the Shadow Child, in his grip rested two short swords like the falchions of great archers who bore the battlefront in the a