Assassin Nation Comic Novels & Stories

“Are you trying to get killed, Boy?” “Oh, I’m no Boy.” He stepped before Danbury with a grin. And I don’t appreciate being called one. Barker, his primary attendant, sucked in a whoosh of air behind Danbury and lunged to the far side of the carriage. Good. He knows me. “What?” Danbury tossed him a skeptical look. “That’s the King of Assassins!” “Who?” “The King of the Assassins.” “Oh?” Danbury ran a hand through black hair, tousling it. “Have you come to kill me, Boy?”

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

“Wow, I’ve never met someone from there before. Is it like the rumours? You know, the violence and hardship?” “Worse.” “What do you do for a living?” “Assassin…you’ve dropped your bread.” My eyes nearly fell out of my head as I stared at Lucien. I was sat with an assassin from the shadowlands. How was I still alive? They were known to be the most untrustworthy, lethal set of thugs connected to werewolves. He saw the fear ripple across my face and smirked. “Just remember I didn’t give you that filthy look when I found out you were a wanted criminal. We set off again at dawn.”

And Dimitrios was stubborn as hell whenever the discussion of letting go of Iris came to the table. Dimitrios returned to his room and sat on the bed after the entire day's work. He was tired as hell because of all the incidents that were happening. He had to take care of Derek. Because keeping him alive was no longer needed. But Iris's sudden outburst made him stunned today. He could never believe that the girl could just run and snatch the gun to kill another one. Who was he kidding actually? The same girl tried to kill him two years back when she had lost her parents. Derek might be right to some certain extent that an Assassin would always remain an Assassin. Because that is what runs in

Nathan made a call and in no time at all the whole scene was swarming with pack guards. We were outside where the assassin had crashed landed when he broke out of the house. The shreds of uniform the man left behind when he transformed were still there on the ground, another strong evidence of our attack. As I watched, Nathan stooped down and picked a shard of cloth. His brows furrowed at once as he displayed the piece of cloth before our eyes. "Rebels..." He gritted his teeth angrily.

I gave him a little smile and a wave before turning back to face Delilah, who had a funny look on her face. "What?" I asked, looking at her and then at Bandit, who still had his attention on us. "Nothing," She smirked, stepping onto the sidewalk. "Byeeeee." I stepped back. "Bye." I waved and began walking to the entrance of the club. Bandit nodded at me when I walked past him, and I gave him a polite smile before stepping into the club. I wasn't stupid. I knew Bandit had a huge crush on me. Bandit was a cute guy; he was huge with a buzz cut, and with his dark Italian looks, he was every girl's dream man, but with the news I just got today and Aidan's maddening obsession over me, I was not wi

Alssandro Leone Romano James Mathews hung up and rounded his shoulder to get rid of the fatigue he now had. He is my Vice-President, henchman, undertaker, right-arm man. Despite his age and charisma, he was an ice-berg. A cruel callous bastard. Though he looked pristine and refined to the nines he had more blood on his hands than I did. We always had hired hands but this sadistic sicko liked to get his hands dirty. He took a pussy, disposed of it. He took a dime, impenitently.

A-class bodyguards like them would not be able to fight these assassins! The Assassin’s Creed sent out many assassins to assassinate Marissa. Before Satan and the Scarlet Witch’s arrival, a dozen assassins had already appeared and forced Marissa and the others into retreat. Now that the two transhumans Satan and the Scarlet Witch had joined the fray, they would not stand a chance of surviving at all!

“Are you okay?” Erdem asked, his voice gentle. I nodded and my legs gave in. I sat down on the ground and nodded my head. “What a hustle,” The assassin grumbled as he stood up massaging the left side of his stomach. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to interrupt my game for a while.” He sighed cracking his knuckles. He then proceeded to stretch his limbs. “Let’s start, shall we? I don’t have all night.” Erdem snarled and the assassin smirked. “I will kill you along with the thought of hurting what is mine again! Right here, right now!”

He doesn’t even show an ounce of painful facial expression as his bones reset and heal. Arriving in front of the assassin, he grabs him by his neck as he is naked, having been forced to change back into a human shape by the hefty loss of equilibrium. “You will tell me in this instance why you’ve decided to hurt that girl. Who sent you?” When the assassin opens his lips in response to Kade’s command, blood is the only thing that spurts out. He coughs out more of them, the crimson liquid streaming down one side of his lips.