Assassin Clone Wars Novels & Stories

But I didn't, not when all I was focused on as she started to circle the edge of my desk, was bending her ass over my desk and screwing my self into her body and soul, leaving her wrecked only to fix her back together. Kayla walked between me and the desk, the smell of orange blossom and vanilla filling my nose as she lifted her ass onto my desk, legs dangling just in front of my knees. "If this is what it'll take to stop you from breathing down my neck, then sure." she said softly. Locking her eyes with mine, she slipped her sandals off her feet, her tits spilled over her dress in the process, giving me more than an eye-full of her pale, milky tits.

“He already doesn’t.” And then he was gone. Alessio was halfway through tying off a bandage on his forearm when the clone walked in, barefoot, shirtless, blood smudged just right on his temple like he’d been in a fight and won. “Where the hell were you?” Alessio asked. “Knocked out,” the clone said. “Back room. System blackout fried the whole sector.” “You good?” The clone walked straight up to him, grabbed him by the jaw, and kissed him.

Its hand lashed out, and in one motion, it disarmed Lira and tossed her like a ragdoll into a wall. Adrian fired. The blast hit but it barely staggered her. Sera stepped forward. “Stop.” The clone turned toward her. Tilted its head. Something flickered behind its eyes, curiosity? Recognition? Then it spoke, voice flat and crystalline. “Target identified.” Sera whispered, “You’re not me.” “No,” the clone said calmly. “I’m what you failed to become.” Behind it, more pods began to open. Adrian gritted his teeth. “We don’t have time to debate with your evil twins. This place is about to turn into a warzone.”

absorbing the shock of the Assassin's strike. Kael provided the "Overclock," heating the Assassin's digital frame until its code began to "Loop." Elara delivered the "Absolute Zero," freezing the Assassin’s logic-gates in mid-swing. The Assassin didn't die; it Crashed. It fell to the floor of the station, a heap of flickering blue pixels that slowly dissolved into the station’s background noise. The Declaration Elara stood in the center of the Central Chamber, the eyes of a thousand species upon her. She didn't look like a refugee. She looked like a Conqueror.

I had just come back from a tour in Iraq when my handler, Willem, found me. It didn’t take much to convince me to join the ranks of a Confradia assassin. I was very well trained in combat situations. And killing men who think they can kill innocents with impunity is right up my alley. Don’t get me wrong; I am not some kind of sociopath who enjoys killing. I just live by a code that if you hurt innocents and are out to destroy the world, I will be more than happy to escort you out of it permanently. I especially enjoy knowing that innocent people are safe because of me.

“You probably want to know what happened, huh?” I nod my head. For a moment, I don’t think he’s going to respond, then he takes another breath and explains. “Well, from what we were able to gather, Kazik sent in one of his men to kill us. He shot me in the shoulder, but it was just a graze. Unfortunately, the bastard killed my assistant Sam, and my Assassin, Drex. Obviously, it was an ambush because he did some damage.” I swallow hard, trying to lubricate my throat before I croak out. “What happened to me? How long have I been here?”

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

“ You have ten seconds to explain what you are doing here unless I pull the trigger” The man slowly pulled down his hood revealing his handsome face and piercing green eyes. He resembled more of a hunter than a threat. “Name's Mason; I own this Cabin.” The man stared at them, confused. Luke looked a bit surprised, and Nicholas glanced at Luke, expecting an explanation, although he didn't lower his aim at Mason. “ No offense, man, but I thought you were dead a long time ago; I haven't seen you since,” Luke said after recovering from his surprise.

The man was smoking a thick stick of cigarette, and he let out a puff of smoke, his voice muffled by the mask. "So you are saying that Ophelia Storm isn't faking her amnesia?" The female nodded, clearing her throat. "Yes, Warrior. I had never seen her that afraid, and her husband believes that her attack was because of him." The man stared into the moonlight for a while, and then turned around, taking slow steps towards the female assassin who held her breath. Gently, he lifted the burning cigarette and pushed the butt into her skin, rolling it around slowly. "If you've made a mistake, and the order is exposed because of you, I will kill you, after I take out your weakness in front of you. W