Novel & Cerita Assassin Books

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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.

He looked very different from the previous timeline, where he acted like he was God’s gift to the world. When threatened, even vermin fought to survive, much less Luis. He appeared anxious as he tried to get himself out of this predicament. “It was my fault that I arrived late, but Cara has always mistreated Bianca, using her pregnancy as an excuse to do whatever she wanted. Before leaving, she even stole my communication device. I didn’t even know there was an assassination attempt!” My heart skipped a beat when he said this. I gave a bitter laugh. The communication device I had begged for had suddenly become something I had stolen.

Six assassins in black emerged from the shadows, their flashlights cutting through the gloom like the eyes of hungry hyenas. With the lights focusing on her, there was no escape. The only path to survival was through them. Amber's eyes burned with determination as she charged forward. Her dagger slashed through the neck of the nearest assassin, a swift and brutal strike. She moved with desperate precision, aiming for vital points. Her unexpected ferocity startled the man, who had clearly underestimated her. His flashlight clattered to the ground, and blood gushed from his neck. Amber seized the opening, surging ahead without hesitation. After all, this might very well be her only chance. It

Book 5: Lethal Daddy Intro: When assassin Raven Torres was hired to eliminate billionaire Vincent Kane, she expected it to be just another job. She never expected him to be waiting for her. Chapter 1: The Hunt: The rain turned the city into a watercolor painting, all smeared lights and blurred edges. Raven Torres crouched on the rooftop of the Meridian Building, her rifle assembled and ready, raindrops beading on her black leather jacket like cain.

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Without hesitation, she rushed forward, closing the distance between herself and the assassin before April could react. The assassin revealed a rapier from beneath his cloak, meeting Emily in a clash of steel. He swung with practiced precision, his blade a blur as he aimed for her vitals. Emily dodged the first three strikes, each swing narrowly missing her by mere inches. Her movements were deliberate, calculated. When she spotted an opening, she lunged forward, driving her blade into his gut with surgical accuracy. She quickly retreated, her instincts guiding her to maintain distance as the effect of her blade’s poison began to take hold. The assassin’s movements faltered as his body betra

Blood soaked through the bandages faster now, but he forced himself to crawl, one trembling hand after the other, toward the overturned stool in the corner. The assassin advanced slowly, like a predator savoring the moment. “You can’t run, old man. You were marked long ago. Tonight, it ends.” Zev’s trembling hand closed around one leg of the stool. With a desperate growl, he swung it upward just as the assassin loomed close. The wood connected with the attacker’s wrist, knocking the blade just slightly off course. Enough to save his neck. The edge grazed his shoulder instead, reopening a wound, blood dripping hot down his arm.

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.”

Storm said as he carefully looked at his surroundings. “Prepare for battle.” “Yes, sir!” Immediately after saying this, Storm said, “Let’s go!” Storm and the other soldiers instantly charged in separate directions. Seeing this, the assassins instantly took action in an organized fashion. Their target seemed to be retrieving the book. Atop the mountains, Adrian watched everything happen as he said to Ivy, “Send in four of your women to assist them.” Ivy understood what Adrian meant and took a deep breath. “I’ll go—”