Assassin Nation Comic Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Bianca Salvatore has spent her entire life learning one thing: never trust anyone. Raised in foster homes and shaped by a childhood she would rather forget, Bianca had built herself into what had become the nightmare of even the most powerful men in the underworld —a highly skilled, cold-blooded assassin with a reputation for never failing a contract. Then she is given the contract of a lifetime: kill Luca Vincenzo, the ruthless and untouchable leader of the most powerful mafia cartel in Boston. Luca is everything Bianca has been trained to kill—dangerous, calculating, wealthy, and seemingly impossible to kill. When Bianca's assassination attempt goes wrong, she finds herself at L

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.

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.

I was dodging their blows, but I was in no shape to fight, thanks to this baby. My eyes lit up when one of the assassins was about to kick my tummy. But Hayden grabbed her, breaking her leg. She fell to the ground, whimpering. "Get off the way," he said to me, and within a few seconds, they were all dead except for one. The lady who he broke her leg, and the minute she saw that her colleagues were all dead, she quickly ran away, limping. Hayden turned to Jon, who came out from goddess knows where.

"Boss, you need to see this." Assassins seldom carried identification that could lead to their true identities, so it was surprising for Dante to have found something. I snatched it from his hand, examining the writing. While the scrap of information wouldn't reveal their names, it did indicate their nationality. I held my breath. What the hell was going on? "Let's get rid of these bastards. We need to stay prepared." Even with the blinds closed, I could see a hint of dawn breaking over the horizon. Somehow, I knew it was going to be a hell of a day.

(Dead Assassin) One of the assassin that wanted to act gloriously died when a bullet blasted his skull right open. It was a simply like a scene of a fish that jumps out of water and got skewered by a harpoon. “……S.W.A.T unit! Boxed in!!..advance!!!….let no one escape!!..”.(Commissioner Layla)

Dresses aren't my thing. I'll pick a pair of jeans or sweats before I put on a dress. Dresses make me feel exposed and uncomfortable. I'm a warrior. I don't find killing myself to look good as a priority for the fact that I don't care about finding a mate. The mate bond is ridiculous, in my opinion. Falling for someone and losing yourself in them just because the Moon Goddess paired you two is utterly pathetic. Being an assassin, I learned that loving someone only leads to hurting them or yourself. Love makes people vulnerable and weak, and I want no part of it.