Assassin Clone Wars Novels & Stories

Witnessing the condition, she had no other choice but to flee from the territory. She came to the human town without anything to survive, not even her clothes before she made her friend who introduced her to an assassinating Agency where she was trained to be an assassin. There she made a lot of money and was now living fine. ** " Hello, are you still there? Do you know him?" The man on the phone questioned because of the sudden silence. " Who wants him dead?" Ashley asked because the client wasn't the only person who wanted the alpha dead. She too also wanted that man dead maybe they might collaborate.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

The worse part was that he hadn't even stopped at just telling Dante to stop messing with his aunt, he even menaced to murder him. "We need to get you out of this city." Nate couldn't help but agree—that was not the avenue he wanted to continue upon this early in a new surrounding. "We need to get out now." "He could kill you, Nate." "I fucking know that Auntie, thanks." He snapped, annoyed that he hadn't been told all these things before even arriving to this city. He had never heard of anyone named Dante Hercules, his name sounded ridiculous anyway. Besides, he never even thought he would come across a mafia member, or an assassin, or a yakuza—honestly, all these terms were way too much fo

The clone lunged. It moved the way lightning moves, there and everywhere, claws extended, hands already morphed into something sharp and dark that caught the light wrong. The real Asher caught every strike with one hand. Just his left. He barely shifted his weight. Around us, the few surviving servants who’d pressed themselves into corners made the mistake of staying too close when the clone let loose a roar. I don’t have adequate words for what that sound was. It went through the walls. It went through me. The low-ranking wolves nearby crumpled, hands over their ears, faces twisted in agony. Then they, too, came apart.

“So you weren’t just inserted.” He stepped closer. “You were activated.” The clone turned to him. His tone was so close to Cassian’s real voice it echoed unnaturally. “You weren’t meant to be public, Cassian. You were meant to protect the foundation from inside. But you deviated. You felt too much. You collapsed the architecture your father built.” Aria moved to Cassian’s side. “And that’s exactly why he can’t be replaced.” The clone looked to her, and for the first time, his mask faltered.

It stared at Elias with something eerily human. Lena whispered: “Stop… please stop…” The clone’s hand shook. Kass screamed: “RESET NOW!” Blue electricity shot down the clone’s spine. It shrieked and lunged. Elias braced himself— But the prototype recovered, launching back into the fight and tackling the clone to the ground. Kass slammed a fist on her console. “Enough! Activate full override! Kill them ALL!” The clone’s body stiffened. Every vein glowed blinding blue.

"We stop it here." Naz's voice turned grim. "New intel just hit. Those clones? They're not just infiltrators. They're walking bioweapons—engineered to carry a hemorrhagic fever strain." The room tilted. My father's last words echoed in my skull: You weren't supposed to come back. Now I knew why. The assault went kinetic at 02:17. We blew the eastern gate with shaped charges. Jeff moved like a ghost through the smoke, dropping guards with suppressed headshots while I cleared the corridors. Blood pounded in my ears, my HUD flashing with Naz's updates as she hacked their security grid.

And from the center of that storm, something stepped out. Not Raine. A replica. Same face. Same body. But hollow behind the eyes. “Mirror Protocol,” Amelia gasped. “Ash built a clone. A failsafe.” The clone opened its mouth, but the voice that came out was wrong. Machine-filtered. Void of emotion. > “Subject R-113 is corrupted. Resetting.” Mason didn’t hesitate—he fired. The bullet never hit. The air bent, slowing the shot to a crawl before it dropped harmlessly to the dirt.

So I have to catch this Silent Assassin to disband the most horrible organization of assassins, the BAS or Black Squad Assassin which for several years has also been on the most wanted list of the PNP or Philippine National Police. My thoughts on BAS and Silent Assassin were interrupted when I heard a loud tire explosion. I immediately parked my car on the side of the road and went out to see what had happened. I was shocked when I saw a big sharp spike stuck in the tire of my car. Annoyed, I kick the tire of my car.

And Dimitrios was stubborn as hell whenever the discussion of letting go of Iris came to the table. Dimitrios returned to his room and sat on the bed after the entire day's work. He was tired as hell because of all the incidents that were happening. He had to take care of Derek. Because keeping him alive was no longer needed. But Iris's sudden outburst made him stunned today. He could never believe that the girl could just run and snatch the gun to kill another one. Who was he kidding actually? The same girl tried to kill him two years back when she had lost her parents. Derek might be right to some certain extent that an Assassin would always remain an Assassin. Because that is what runs in