Assassin Fgo Novels & Stories

That was when the strike would come. The assassin pulled out a small crystal vial filled with liquid that glowed faintly silver....Fae poison, created specifically to look like an accident when ingested. The victim would collapse mid-demonstration, looking like a sudden illness rather than intentional poisoning. By the time anyone suspected foul play, the assassin would be long gone. High Lord Cassian will reward me handsomely, the assassin thought. Once the hybrid is dead, the Fae Court's problems become considerably smaller. The plan was simple:

Even so, Aiden's lips curved into a smile. "I would have assassinated you if I had known about your sins earlier, even before you could sit here. I am Princess Seraphina, heir of Auhesraivia, and your treachery has stained the Kingdom. Your disaggregation will not be tolerated any longer, and I will cleanse the filth that your existence has spread." Freeing the sword from its mold from her nearest soldier, she leaped into the air and slashed the traitors' throats.

And now only less than then assassins are left standing. One of the assassins took off its mask. It is a middle aged man. A man familiar to me. "El Morte," I said under my breath. It is the name of the guild. And the man who took of his mask is one of their first class assassins, Franco. I know him because we once fought but he escaped when he got severely injured. Didn't know he actually survived that. "Isn't it ironic? Werewolves are very strict when it comes to morality, and yet you are with an assassin from House of Spades?" Franco said playfully as his eyes drifted to me.

“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.

It was human. "No." Raina blinked. "What?" "I’ll do it. I’ll be his personal security. His shadow. Nobody gets to him unless they go through me." Raina pulled me aside, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Kenneth... how? You’re a... you’re a stripper. This is a professional hit squad we’re talking about." "There’s more to me than meets the eye, Fiesty," I said. "I can protect him better than any agency you hire. I’ll stay with him. I’ll be his guard."

My fingers gripped his neck, piercing his skin. "Let me die," he muttered. "Like death will give you relief," I spat. "And I already know they are alive! What are the names of the nobles?" Broderick opened his mouth, but instead of telling me the name I needed to hear, his breath fell from his lungs and into my face. His heart stopped, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Oh, a record," the Assassin said passively as he tapped his watch. "FUCK!" I threw Broderick's body to the ground. My foot kicked into his side until sweat beaded on my brow. Taking one of the Assassin's knives, I stabbed Broderick's heart repeatedly until I was pulled away. "Fucking hell! Let me go!"

Another triumphant Assassin, whose name I believe is Zara stands there, wiping blood off her fists. I'm almost sure she is one of the Assassin who was tripping me up the entire walk here. And naturally, her gaze finds me and a sinister smile spreads across her face. "Well well, the newbie," she says tauntingly, revealing her dark hair behind her head. "Tell me you all don't want to see how she does in a fight?"

Godber narrowly dodged, pushing the two attackers away and taking a few steps back to regain his footing. Carl, watching from the side, smirked as he saw Kirin and Godber being overwhelmed. He knew Yosef’s men wouldn’t be easy to handle, so he had hired top-ranked assassins from the black market. The old man, despite his unimpressive appearance, was ranked ninth on the assassin list, known as "The Fox" for his high combat prowess and cunning. He was the perfect adversary for someone as straightforward as Kirin.

She grits out. Phoenix’s hardened expression metamorphizes into one of irritation as he continues to hold her in his steely arms. Phoenix is at least a foot taller than the woman and over a hundred pounds heavier, but she’s putting up quite a fuss. I can tell by the way his arms are straining that she’s strong. Her long blond hair flails around with her irate movements, and her blue eyes spark with annoyance. It’s almost comedic to see Phoenix with his chocolate-covered skin and toned muscles struggling with the termagant. He looks almost unsure of what to do. Phoenix is Logan’s assassin. His real name is Oliver. He and I have worked on several assignments together over the years and have ha

I slammed my knee upward, catching him right in the groin, and rolled. The silver dagger hissed through the air, catching the lace of my slip and pinning the fabric to the floor. I heard the lace tear as I scrambled toward the balcony, my lungs burning. "Killian!" I screamed, my voice raw and cracking. "Killian!" The assassin was back on his feet, moving with a sickening speed. He didn't shift, but his eyes were glowing a dull, murky red. He wasn't a high-born Lycan, he was a rogue, a mercenary. He lunged again, his fingers catching my ankle and dragging me back toward the shadows.