Assassin Ghost Mga Nobela at Kwento

A deadly psychopathic smile. It only took two blinks of an eye for Alexander to be right in front of the two assassins. His left hand grabbed Ghost-2's throat, lifted him high into the air then crushed him until the man's neck broke in one deadly squeeze. His right hand punched Ghost-3 in the face, smashing his bulletproof titanium combat helmet flush with the agent's skull. In ten seconds, the most advanced stealth unit designed by the world's most expensive military generals died into cheap meat scraps on the ice of the Caucasus.

He watched as Dante stabbed the spaghetti and rolled it, shaking his head while he did. "Don't get this confused. I know I'm being chill right now and talking to you as if we're buddies but you don't fucking know me." Nate raised his eyebrows; Dante was visibly enraged by what he had said. "The only reason I'm not killing you right this second is because you can please me. But if I ever get tired of you," Dante whistled, "you're a ghost in no time." "Then..." Nate glanced to the side where it had all happened; where Dante had fallen onto the floor and begged for him to tease him with a knife—nothing made any sense and the answers from Dante weren't really helpful. "Then why me? Anyone can do

“ He is from here, boss. With the Greek authorities, we were able to track CCTV footage of him that shows he boarded a plane right after, to New York.” “ Are you saying an assassin followed us all the way from here? How do they know we were going to Greece?” “ We'll get all those answers once we get him,” “ Then find him,” his venomous tone ordered, “ Don't care if he's ten feet beneath the ground —find him, and bring him to me ALIVE.” Ghost gave a short nod before immediately exiting. The assassin has not only caused his boss distress, but also himself, and there's nothing he wants than to watch Antonio rip him apart while he hands him the tool.

But after what my own father had done… After what Dmitri had silently watched… I wasn't sure I knew how to trust anyone anymore. Anastasia tightened her hold on my hands. “Listen! The Bratva is afraid Luca Hayden will retaliate for Marco's death. That's why they made a deal with Ghost to…” “Ghost?” I frowned, cutting her off. “Who is Ghost?” I was genuinely curious. “He’s one of the most dangerous men in Moscow now,” she whispered. “An enforcer. A sniper. An assassin. Some say he's killed men from distances they didn't even know were possible.”

The girl who had shaken the Academia to its bones. He reached the door. Hand ghosting over the handle. He never felt the blade that took his life. A figure appeared behind him. Cloak of shifting moonlight. White porcelain mask. No features. Black hoodie failing to conceal his horns. Dagger. The assassin whose reputation was whispered in the darkest corners of the underworld. SHING. Twin blades carved through the intruder's throat before he could gasp. Surgical. Brutal. Efficient. Dagger kicked the corpse into a pocket dimension. Bored flick of his boot. Not a single drop of blood stained the carpet.

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

“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?”

The advanced training had taught me that assassins could cover their scent to nearly undetectable levels, leaving what little could be detected smelling as if the owner was long gone. The sound of twigs snapping to my left caused me to whip around toward the sound. The scent I had detected was thicker in that direction. My ears laid flat against my head as I growled into the darkness, threatening whoever lurked there. A small man charged from between the brush. I howled in pain as he lunged at me, burying a silver dagger in my side.

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

Mayari simply replied. "You haven't restored all of the energy you've lost." Helen explained, "You must go back to bed." Mayari nodded as a respond. And with the help of the fatigued that helplessly ache in her entire body, she immediately succumb to sleep once again. Meanwhile, at an abandoned house. "How could you fail?!" the hooded man roared in anger, "What kind of an assassin are you? I'll tell you what, you're a failure!". "Can you keep it down, I'm trying to rest here." Jim whined as a respond.