Assassin Nation Comic Mga Nobela at Kwento

His eyes weren't their usual striking gold anymore; they were a terrifying, glowing crimson, burning with the promise of absolute death. In a display of terrifying, supernatural speed, Cassian intercepted the assassin before the man's boots could fully settle on the floor. He didn't just hit the man; he pulverized him. Cassian caught the assassin by the throat mid-air, the force of his grip snapping bone instantly, and slammed him down into the marble floorboards. The wood cracked under the impact. The threat was neutralized in a matter of seconds, the second assassin dropping like a stone, completely lifeless before he even knew what had hit him.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

I slowly wrap my hand around the hilt of the knife strapped to my back. "She is reaching for her knife!" One of the assassins behind me yells. I recognize his voice. His name is Frank, and he is the absolute worst assassin that Faris put on his payroll. "Oh, shut up, Frank," I yell as I turn and throw the knife in his direction. It sticks out of his chest, and he stumbles back against the wall. "This is why no one likes you," I mumble. "She just killed Frank," one of the other men says.

I slowly wrap my hand around the hilt of the knife strapped to my back. "She is reaching for her knife!" One of the assassins behind me yells. I recognize his voice. His name is Frank, and he is the absolute worst assassin that Faris put on his payroll. "Oh, shut up, Frank," I yell as I turn and throw the knife in his direction. It sticks out of his chest, and he stumbles back against the wall. "This is why no one likes you," I mumble. "She just killed Frank," one of the other men says.

Sage grabbed a bottle of water from on of the reporters desk and emptied it on the assassin who jerked up. "So, Mr assassin. Am asking you nicely now. who sent you to murder Olivia?" Sage asked smiling at the criminal in a creepy manner as he paced around him in slow deliberate steps. "I-I-I don't know what you are talking about. let me go this instant!! You have no right to hold me down here" the assassin said. Sage burst into a sarcastic laughter and the guards joined in. "You hear that folks? he said we have no right to hold. him down"

Wayne couldn't just accept defeat or let James slip away from him without fighting back,he decided to send assassins to kill Jason and James once and for all. He paid the assassins half of the money they demanded for and promised to pay the rest when they are through with the assassination.The assassins got to Jason's base and entered without getting caught or seen. James was working on his laptop when he heard strange footsteps outside his room,he took his gun and moved to his window to know what's going on.He saw five men dressed in black with sword in their hands entering Jason's quarters.

His arm was brushing against mine and it made me happy having him this close. “Nathan Jackson!” Captain Seal called out and Nathan stepped forward. “First of all, I want everyone to see this pair here.” Pointing out Nathan and me. “These two are what you call lethal weapons, assassins at every level. Adams, can you come forth, please?” I took a step up standing even with Nathan making sure I was touching him.

she bluntly said. “You two, we’re a team here we should help each other,” Lucia begs Zane and Clarisse. Zane walks in front of the crater made by Lucia, he jumped in and grabs the assassin out. “I’ll take this guy and bring him to somewhere.” Clarisse proceeds to continue picking up the daggers, and when she picked up the last one she sees a symbol. She was shocked to see the name, “Sion Assasins ?” she mumbled. “Sion Assasins? That myth about a group of world refined assassins?” Lucia walks beside Clarisse and see’s the name of the group on the dagger.

Amara dove for the gun—fingers brushing the cold metal— A hand clamped around her ankle. She screamed as she was yanked backward across the floor. The assassin flipped her onto her back, his cold eyes inches from hers. “Don’t fight. It will be painless.” A lie. She could hear it in his voice. Before he could strike— **BANG!** A gunshot exploded through the room. The assassin froze. Blood bloomed across his side. He turned. Dante stood behind him. Breathing hard. Bleeding.

I shouted and pushed him back as I got to my feet, “You ruined them and as further torture you made Nok their caretaker. They’re down at the barrier struggling to survive and fight because you decided they were better used as tools to shame Nok rather than-” “Ashai,” he was still smiling like I was the one overreacting, “There have been many cases where I’ve been told I needed to be more cruel with my punishments and this was one of those times. Assassins, that’s what they were. A group of ten assassins that were all barely two centuries old. The youngest of them was just a few years older than Garmesh is now. I am fine with people uniting against me. I have every right to be labeled a monst