Assassin Fate/stay Night Novels & Stories

For the next three days, armed with the precise itinerary provided by the scrolling comments, I began my little operation–cutting her off at every turn. Tuesday afternoon. Janet was meeting her second target. The number one assassin on the Starlight server. Game ID: Shadow. I slipped into a fitted black outfit–sleek, bold, impossible to ignore–and arrived at the lounge bar, Muse, thirty minutes early. Shadow was a silver-haired boy with a rebellious edge, the kind of untamed wildness that bled into real life.

He doesn’t even show an ounce of painful facial expression as his bones reset and heal. Arriving in front of the assassin, he grabs him by his neck as he is naked, having been forced to change back into a human shape by the hefty loss of equilibrium. “You will tell me in this instance why you’ve decided to hurt that girl. Who sent you?” When the assassin opens his lips in response to Kade’s command, blood is the only thing that spurts out. He coughs out more of them, the crimson liquid streaming down one side of his lips.

With proof of her signature, we can turn the case in our favor. I sat next to Khalil, he reminded me of Sami. I know what I’m doing is wrong, maybe inhuman but I can’t let Sami die, he is all I got. "I’m sorry Khalil, I’m really sorry," I whispered. Once I heard a knock on the door, I stood up and walked towards it, because I could open it, it was pushed open. "It’s time," Abu said once he stepped into the room "Time for what?"

They moved like twin stars colliding. The first Nightshade assassin dropped like a shadow from above, cloak billowing, blade gleaming. Elara’s palm ignited with the Flame of Virelith, fire arcing toward him before his steel could taste air. He screamed, brief, high, and terrible, and crumpled in cinders. A second melted from the wall, limbs bending unnaturally. Lucien struck like a viper, steel sinking into the assassin’s throat, his blade already withdrawing before the body hit stone.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

My body is slowing, my reflexes dulled. I can't keep up. The viper sees it too. His smirk widens as he lifts the dagger for the killing blow. I brace myself- But before the blade can pierce me, a roar shatters the night. Mason and Adrian. Together. They crash into the assassin, sending him sprawling. I collapse to one knee, my breath ragged, my vision swimming. The poison is winning. But so are they.

His free hand went to her nightdress, pushing up the fabric in rough, impatient movements. "You have no idea what you're asking for," he whispered against her skin, his eyes dark and intense. "I'll break you." "That's up to you, Husband." She said, as he threw her nightdress on the floor, leaving her in her bra and panties. He sat up, his lips curling in a dark smile as his eyes roamed over her body like a predator with prey. The sight of her beneath him, in nothing but her lingerie, stole the breath from his lungs.

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.

The emotions in his eyes were hard to distinguish. but I didn't look further for answers, those beautiful hazel eyes, once I looked lovingly had lost it's beauty. He slowly got out of their bed, the girl whined for him to stay for little more. He came closer My heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.”

Under the moons bright light a situation of i stare, you stare me was made as both remained quiet, they did not say or do anything, they only stared at one another not moving an inch. It took almost 10 minutes as the staring contest finally stopped and the red haired man overlapped with the shadow of the night and disappeared without a trace. Lyph who was left alone, showed a rather comical dumbfounded expression as the other disappeared, then released the breath she didn't know she was even holding in. Her thoughts were in a jumble mess all night that She didn't even know how she fell asleep again while overthinking things. Wile Lyph slept quite well, others were not, not only is there an i