Assassin Clone Wars Novels & Stories

However, I’m too angry to analyze his idiotic plan. At this moment, my trusted Assassin, Gage “Rogue” Constantine, and I are dealing with one of Sebastian’s co-conspirators. Unfortunately, the co-conspirator is Sebastian’s assistant, Mario Sousa. Mario was also a trusted employee until Rogue found out about his duplicity. Everywhere I turn, I see betrayal, which leaves a sour taste on my tongue. For months, I’ve berated myself for my complacent attitude towards my Assassins. I trusted Sebastian, and he, along with Mario, has betrayed me. Rogue is the only one I trust. He has always had my back and had saved my life many times. Of course, I’ve saved his life too. I just don’t understand why S

3rd Prince Carlos Relani Devion - he is a well-known battle freak, a bloodthirsty soldier, he is practically the same at the same time not with Felix the most gullible one. Then....... Emperor Cassius Vitalis - Devion - everyone describes him as an ice block, no one can look at him directly, lest their eyes itch just from his cold piercing glimpse. He is a very capable ruler despite being an ice block.

If she doesn't want to tell him what's going on, then there is no use pressing the matter. "By the way, are you perhaps a relative of Mayari?" Evan hypothetically asked. "No." She worded out with disinterest. "But you looked just like her." Evan stated. "Even so, its a no." Cold wind suddenly passed through Evan like a wall of ice that brought shivers again to run up and down in his spine. Along the breeze, Evan didn't fail to notice a group of dead leaves gliding like dark petals dancing in the air of ice. "She's here..." Mayari's clone spoke no louder than a whisper.

It is hard to believe that this fragile and fragile underage girl is Fire, the number one assassin of the M organization. The more Benedict looked at the product of his intense training, the more satisfied he became. Perfect, absolutely perfect. With an assassin like this, the M organization in the future will crush all other assassin organizations and dominate the world. With a hoarse voice, he spoke solemnly: “You did a great job on the last mission. These are the next tasks you have to do. Shelly smiled brightly as she looked at the thick stack of files that Benedict had pointed to, shaking her head gently. Benedict frowned at the puppet's disobedience, growling menacingly.

The man mumbled with a hoarse voice, bringing his head down and looking sideways to continue making his list — something he was doing before she showed up. "El Depredador, Sobek Special, Double Clutch sniper guns, El Rubi and Ciervo Macho shutguns as well. I'm hoping you'd have the aforementioned here tonight." She gruffed, dropping a cheque on the table before him. He lifted up his head slowly to take a closer look at her as she drew near to him with those words coming out from a young teenager's lips.

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

The old-fashioned way is bodies. Clone bodies out of the flood. Residual bodies along the rail with knives and stolen guns. Tame bodies dragging half-awake rack survivors toward relay exits. My body, too hot and too pregnant and too useful, standing in the middle with a burned hand the city has learned to mark. The first clone reaches the gallery edge. Sarah shoots its elbow before it clears the rail. Renn’s fighter beside her drives a pry bar through its shoulder and levers it backward into the water. Another clone climbs over the falling one without looking down.

The doppelganger of Lord Asura revealed a cold smile and suddenly charged at Caspian. Whoosh! Bang! Rumble! After fighting for a long time, Caspian gradually found the opponent's weakness and split the doppelganger of the Lord Asura into two halves. "Eh?" However, Caspian, who had split the clone apart, was slightly stunned! It was because after he split up the Lord Asura's clone, the other party actually recovered quickly! At the same time, countless grievances emerged from those wax-like corpses and rapidly assimilated into the clone of the Lord Asura.

All in all, the clone could tell that this wasn't a hastily constructed village but one that had been in the works for months, at least. The clone made no action in following the guards as they returned to the village. While it was a clone of Kirou, possessing access to all of his skills and weapons, it was also currently under the same weapon restriction as its master, being able to only use just one weapon type. Wires weren't something that could be used to start a fight with this village. Besides that, the clone was also aware that it was only there to scout information, so it quickly circled the village a few times, making note of any off points before backing off. After it returned to t

But waiting there was the clone—her hair windswept, eyes burning with resolve. “You’re not leaving,” she said. “Not with my destiny.” Kira raised her weapon. “She’s not you.” “She’s what I was meant to be!” the clone screamed. She lunged. Asher tackled the clone. They rolled across the floor, locked in a brutal fight. Ivy cried out as they neared the edge. Jaxon pulled her back, but she broke free. “Asher!” she screamed. The clone pinned him down, a scalpel in hand.