Novel & Cerita Assassin Gets Reincarnated

I could feel anger rising in my veins. Calm down, human! You do not want our mate to think you are a monster. Right? "Although I indeed killed a few of my assistants it's not because of all the reasons given to you," I replied regaining my cool. "I am not judging you Caspian but I just want to hear your side of the story," she argued taking a step closer. "Really? I doubt that!"I replied staring into those beautiful blue orbs. "I cannot judge you because we are not that different. You can't imagine the number of people I have killed in my life," she said again taking my hands.

His hand rubbed his face furiously, and then he asked, "You said you had a sister. What happened to her?" "I-I don’t know. I ran away when my mom started bleeding and wouldn’t move. I don’t know if she’s alive or not. Neither do I know what happened to my sister," I said with so much shame, but he remained silent. I reached out for his hand, but he took a step away from me again. We were almost three feet apart, and I have never felt so far from anything in my life. I felt inclined to continue when I said, "I had to move here to get the cops off my trail. I survived on the streets for weeks until the day some guys tried to have their way with me. One thing led to another, and before I knew i

Sebastian’s hands stroked my face, wiping away the bloody tears. “As for the incubus,” Sebastian began as he pulled towels from under the sink. “An incubus can be killed easily when he is in his true form, if you have a cursed dagger like the Assassin had. And he isn’t dead Christine, he was just returned to the Underworld. That is why there is no body, it was returned to where it was supposed to be all along.” I hummed in understanding. I don’t know why I had felt sorry for Wyatt, I mean, Ir’ak, when he stood in front of me. Now I was glad he was gone. He wouldn’t hurt anyone on earth and he certainly wouldn’t hurt me playing with my feelings.

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

Ashron stubbornly clicked his tongue, "Fine, I admit it, but when you fully became an angel. You're mine." "Deal, but let me ask a question... If Arthur die and I die, would we be reincarnated to the same time?" Ashron shook his head slowly, "No, it would be in a different time and world. There's a chance you two will not be able to meet again even if you die together. However, if you use the key that I gave you, you may wish that you will be reincarnated where Arthur's next life is." "If I got reincarnated where Arthur next reincarnation, would he be able to remember his past?" I asked again while holding the key tightly.

Her heart stopped for a moment. “Y-you?” He sighed. “Didn’t I tell you that I wouldn’t answer to this name before? I would always insist that they call me Asier.” She gasped. “B-but—” ‘Asier didn’t know most of the things that you could do now.’ “What is it?” “But–Asier was—” “Ah–are you wondering why I’m different than before?” She nodded. “I was reincarnated as a baby and grew up in an environment where I could learn the things that you were interested in. That way, there would be a higher chance of us running in the same circle.”

“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?”

“Watched… me?” “Of course,” he whispered. “Who else arranged your soul’s passage from the mortal world? Who else shattered the boundary between planes so you could awaken here? Who else broke luminous laws for your rebirth?” A long silence was heard then, and Alessia’s voice cracked. “No one… rebirthed me. I died. And then I woke here because—because—” She didn’t know. She had never known. The assassin laughed softly. “You poor child. You truly believe reincarnation happens by accident?”

But if this man-boy, I hated calling him that, but I have yet to have him divulge a name, thinks he will live, he's sorely mistaken. Rule number one of being an assassin is to show no mercy. We learned, as kids, that if you show mercy, you get stabbed in the back. The weak get killed, and in our world, there is no time for weakness. That sounds totally laughable since we're both here pretending to basically be pussies. I hated this fucking shit. If it were up to me, I would've ended this all on the first night we were here. But oh no, Commander Rourke wanted us to play the long game.

The hazel in his eyes was being bleached by the white heat of the chamber. "I'm losing... the mountain," he groaned, his obsidian fingers digging into the resin floor until the glass-like surface cracked. "Ivy, I can’t... I can’t see the snow anymore." The dread of being forgotten by the man who had branded me his own was worse than the heat. If he forgot the mountain, he forgot why he chose me. He would become the "Assassin 01" again, a perfect tool with no anchor. I felt the vulnerability of a girl losing her only mirror. Without his obsession, who was I? Just a collection of silver-tech and trauma. I clutched his face, my thumbs pressing into his cheekbones, trying to force my existence b