Assassin Nation Comic Novels & Stories

Before he could finish his sentence, his body went limp, falling to the ground, lifeless. As an assassin, he was prepared to die the moment he struck, hoping only to take as many Wyverna people with him as possible before his end. The grudges between nations were hard to unravel. "My lord! We've embarrassed you." "Thank goodness you arrived in time, Mister Kane." The dozen or so men on the ground struggled to their feet, their wounds still bleeding. Their lives had flashed before their very eyes. "Refusing to surrender even in death, you all did well. Take this time to heal your wounds."

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!"

He lunged at me, his blade glinting in the moonlight, but I evaded his attack with a swift sidestep. My fist tightened as I seized the opening, delivering a crushing blow to his midsection with all my strength and speed which opened a hole in his chest. The sickening sound of bones cracking echoed through the forest as he crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath. Blood poured from his mouth, mixing with the dirt beneath him. I stood over his broken form, my chest heaving with exhaustion. His eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of defiance and defeat. With a cold, heartless smile, I leaned closer, my voice dripping with malice. "Your mission ends here, assassin. You should have stayed home

The Island Nation warriors cursed in their native language and drew out their long swords, wanting to block or hit away the needles. However, they had underestimated the power of the Rainstorm Needles and instantly became a human pincushion. As the primary target, Harvey quickly moved backward and dodged the attacks from the Rainstorm Needles at an almost impossible speed. The assassins were surprised to see Harvey perfectly evading their attacks. However, they didn't hesitate too long and simply abandoned the tubes in their hands. Then, they pulled out the daggers and charged at Harvey. Harvey stomped his foot on the ground, smashing the tiles on the floor. There was a burst of earth and ro

“I followed her scent to a local motel and found one of our warriors outside. He said they hooked up a couple nights back and she had seemed real interested in you. I found that kit in the room when I got inside. I don’t think she’s a normal she-wolf boss.” A closer look at the contents of the bag in my hand revealed they were tools of a mercenary. There had been rumors that the Kingdom of Cerathe had assassins, but they were always believed to be nothing more than that. I was beginning to wonder if there wasn’t more truth to them then we had always believed. I looked at Zane, searching his face for answers. “Boss, I think you pissed the king off a little more than you thought. I’m pretty su

Each of the traitors was pinned down by either my cousins or by one of our co-workers. "You will be brought to the dungeon and be warned that I do not want you to waste my time. You just have 24 hours, and if after that I do not obtain the answers I need then I would have no choice but to kill you," I said as they were being dragged out while Nolan took out a very lost and dangerous Aslan. "Godess, I cannot believe that all the time I have been working with traitors on my team," Caspian said as soon as I joined him on the other side of the room.

I will be the only one who is number one. "Anyway, sir, do you still need to clarify what the Assassination Society is and why we were being pursued by them?" I questioned Dum regarding AS. Dum's demeanor changed to serious after hearing my question, and he did not respond right away. "Sir?" I say again, waiting for his response. I mean, I know what AS is, but I was wondering how he found out about it and how our attacker informed him about it while they were battling. Dum groaned in front of me, troubled eyes on me, "do you really want to know? I mean, you don't need to know about it," Dum questioned.

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

After more beating and torment on him, the assassin finally confessed the sender name when his life was placed on the line. Charles was shocked when the assassin mentioned no one's name but his precious Jasmine. He wondered what would have provoked her to send an assassin after him. "I was sent by Jasmine Williams to kidnap you and torture you until you tell me everything about Mr A and who he truly is, but not to kill you" the assassin confessed on his dying breath. He could not afford to die yet when he had a lot of family responsibilities to attend to. His wife had just given birth to adorable twins, and couldn't take good care of them if he died. If he had known, the person he was sendin

I nod, “Since I have to be visible, I’ll assign myself to their tables and make vague comments. But we have to give them a chance to get me alone and allow them to strike.” He nods. “That’s why we need everyone to come in and plan this carefully.” As soon as he walks away, my mind keeps spinning with possible plans. There are so many things to consider. Within the hour, every Assassin within the vicinity is once again sitting at the conference table. I look around with amazement; Priest, Corbin, Dragon, Stryker, Cameron, Jaxon’s niece, Valkyrie, a Scotsman who is ironically named Scotty, Phanthom and Heathen join our group. Phantom is the strong, quiet type, while Heathen is a loud, rugged c