Assassin Is Stronger Than The Hero Novels & Stories

“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.

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

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.

The vast difference between him and her was like a drop of water to an ocean. Ashwin chuckled and grinned, his eyes glistening as if he was a possessed man. The sentiments to kill the woman were now reaching their zenith and with them came an exponential boost in strength. Ashwin's aura flew out of his own body and clashed with Hanova's, the two auras began a vie for dominance and were plunged into a stale mate. “Ready when you are.” “Come at me.”

Adelaine was his lone opponent among the heroes with those blades. And Adelaine, with her divine shield that can negate practically all damage, could be considered the strongest hero in the group. In contrast to the Divine Shield and Sentient Blades, the talents and skills that other heroes possessed appeared to be nothing extraordinary. "Understandable. Therefore, our only targets are the remaining members of our class. They'd have to be convinced after seeing our accomplishments." A moment of silence followed. "Perhaps we should talk to them about it? They seem to be on the level with us in terms of strength, according to my assessment." Anthony raised his voice, his sight pulled to the th

"You should know that we had an assassin's attack, did you have any suspects?" "The Autumn will surely have no hand in this since the assassins also attack different packs," Sage said just like they had thought. "I don't have any suspect yet though I've not seen what the assassins look like and the type of skills they make use of," Fennick told the Alpha. "They use the highest skill," Rae disclosed to him. "Really? Wow… Those assassins will be so powerful. The highest golden skill is the mastery one can use to defeat a war."

Is she trying to kill me after she got what she wanted by killing Rozen’s father? “Not happening,” I said, grabbing a fallen blade and fighting alongside him. One rogue assassin targeted me. I blocked, turned, and kicked him back. My body moved too easily, a bit too fast than what I am accustomed to. Nirvana’s strength which was long withheld in its own cage was helping me. It wants to badly manifest that its strength flowed through every fiber of my muscle. Rozen barked in approval when I subdued another assassin but that appreciation soon turned into wonder when his eyes stared at mine.

Sansom holds out a hand to them, indicating that they should stay back. “Fine. But you need to not kill any more of my men, Assassin.” She spits at the ground, keeping her weight forward, ready. “Just tell us how to find her, and we’ll leave.” She sneers, “Fuck you.” He smirks, she adjusts her grip on the sword, but she’s only human and he’s got vampiric speed and strength on his side. He moves faster than she can blink to stand in front of her, taking the sword from her easily as he does.

An insult to me and everything I believed and stood for. It was foreign, annoying, and entirely impossible for me. Such a predicament only happened to weak men—and I damn right wasn’t weak I pressed the nozzle deeper into her neck. “I’m not falling for anyone," I snapped, “she’s a mission. Nothing more. When the time comes, I’ll finish it. I’ll off her and walk away without looking back.” It felt like I was talking more to myself than to her.

Deadly. I shifted partially, using claws and enhanced strength. Caught his arm and twisted hard. Heard bones crack. He howled but didn’t stop. Grabbed a knife from his belt and slashed at my face. I dodged. Barely. The blade caught my shoulder instead. Pain exploded but I used it. Let it fuel my anger. Silver light erupted from me. Brighter than ever before. The assassin flew backwards, hitting the wall hard. He didn’t get up. Kaden had his opponent pinned, breathing hard. “You good?”