Novel & Cerita Assassin Books Fantasy

They keep law books on the second floor mezzanine, which is potentially the darkest and creepiest area of this place. Once I get to the top of the stairs, I glance down at the piece of paper with the title of the book on. Legendary assassins and their downfall. The shelves are all sorted in alphabetical order, so I find L fast and then search through the plethora of books, looking for the one I need. The same creeping sensation that I’m being watched sweeps over me as I glance down onto the ground floor level toward the door, wondering if I wouldn’t have heard someone enter. “What are you looking for?”

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“We are the proof they want to erase.” My stomach twists. I think of the arrows that came from nowhere. “That attack on you… Was that the purist faction?” “We haven’t been able to find anything out about that.” Frustration bleeds into his words. “Whoever sent those assassins covered their tracks well.” I reach for another book, this one smaller, leather-bound. The title catches my eye: A Compendium of Magical Bloodlines. I flip it open and skim the pages until two words jump out at me.

I smiled, sitting a cup of coffee before each of them and taking my seat at the table. “Do you really want me dead?” Lizzy asked. “Direct.” I laughed. “I like that in a person. To answer your question, no. I don’t want you dead, I never did.” “Why did momma think you did then?” She demanded. “I can’t answer that for you. She’s the only one that truly knew why she ran. I suspect it’s because her mate was murdered by assassins on orders from King Jonas. It would make sense that she didn’t trust me, maybe even feared me, because I was an assassin myself.” I replied.

He mutters urgently. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at his panicked words. “Relax, kid. No one is going to kill anyone. I’ll talk to them and ask them to back off.” Hunter relaxes his tone. “Yeah, man, thanks.” I release the call, place my phone on the console, and concentrate my eyes back on the road. I can understand why all of the men are on edge. Willem Kazik is a very dangerous man. A former Confradia Assassin who turned on the organization and killed many of our men. The asshole took a lot of intel and has made it to the top of our most-wanted list. Before Savage caught him, he was dealing with firearms, skin trade, and child trafficking. He even tried to kill Savage and Reaper’s wo

A Demon assassin to be specific. Yeah, cool right? I get to kill my target in just one snap of my fingers, not leaving any traces, I will just slit their throats and then vanish, as if nothing happened. And oh, the fire outside? I am the cause of that, not because I was just bored, but because my target was living there and I had to set the whole building on fire because the guy pissed me off.

“We live happily ever after.” “An ex-assassin and a vengeful killer?” I asked. “I couldn’t think of anyone more deserving,” he responded.

He hated the fact that she was a force to be reckoned and worse was that she wasn't even on his team but the opposition. As he pondered these questions, his phone buzzed with a message from Connor. He read the message, his eyes narrowing. "Evelyn Baker," he muttered to himself. The name sent a chill down the of every business man or higher ups in the city. He leaned back in his chair, his mind working round the clock. Evelyn Baker was no ordinary assassin. She was a ghost, a legend whispered among the shadows. And now, she was coming for him. He suddenly felt thrilled knowing the one who hacked his computer was Evelyn Baker. He had a certain attraction towards her, but the only thirst availa

Sienna crashed to the marble floor, Roman’s hand jerking her down as glass shattered somewhere in the guts of the estate. Her elbow smashed into the stone, a jolt of pain shooting up her arm, but it got lost in the rush tearing through her. Footsteps pounded closer—fast, hard, stomping from the east side of the house. Too many boots, too much purpose. Her breath hitched, the silver key digging into her palm where she gripped it like a lifeline.

Emmy sat in the archive room surrounded by the new Books of Names. Dimitrius placed another volume before her. “Lyssara.” Emmy looked up. “What?” “We should add her.” Emmy opened the book. She wrote carefully. LYSSARA. FIRST DAUGHTER. VAMPIRE BLOOD. LOVED RED SHOES EVEN IF AURORA CLAIMS OTHERWISE. TAUGHT AURORA TO READ. REMEMBERED. Dimitrius read it. “Is the shoe detail historically necessary?” “Yes.” “I suspected you’d say that.”