Assassin Nation Comic Novels & Stories

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 have to deal with this also as if I don't have enough on my plate right now, Ammy Watson is the very first wolf Assassin; she was exceptional at her training and was the very first wolf sent on a mission; she had the number one branded in all her stuff. She went on numerous missions before I was ever ready to join her in the fields. We slowly became close, since I was the second wolf assassin. I think that made us a little closer. But then she one day went rogue; it was over a man, I guess. The organization filled us in on everything. I tried to make her come back to the organization, but she wouldn't fucking listen.

"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.

Aiden nodded, a solemn expression on his face. "Then whoever killed them saved us." Except for Aiden and his pack warriors, almost everyone in the room agreed with Alpha Zedan. "Those who killed them were also aware of the attack and their location. How can we be certain that those highly skilled murderers are not threats upon us?" Nick stated "You're right, Nick, but the first question at this point is how twenty-five assassins managed to sneak across your pack's border undetected." Aiden asked Zedan, his eyes brimming with rage and Zedan averted his gaze.

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

She will once again experience the wrath of Machitis but this time in full force. I grab her by her neck and push her straight onto the bed without concerning myself over her safety. She attempts to scramble away but I grab her ankle and pull her with such force I can hear the crepitus in her ankle she winces in pain and I have no remorse over her condition. I grab her other ankle and flip her over, she looks over her shoulder with trepidation as she tries to kick her ankles out of my hold. How adorable of her to think she can escape me. I let her loose so she feels she is back in control, I expect her to crawl away, however she does no such thing instead she brings her ankle closer to her o

I furrowed my brows at him. “I meant, good that he wasn’t your boyfriend…not that he was a fucking moron that got himself killed.” I tilted my head at him. He ran a hand through his hair. He looked nervous. “Please disregard what I just said.” I scoffed. “Yeah, sure.” “Good.” He let out a breath. “How many people have you taken out?” Most assassins didn’t keep count; after the first few years, they all blended together. But I knew the exact number of people I had taken out for the last decade. “Three hundred and fifty-seven.”

the assassin said as he cracked his knuckles. Noah smiled and with unbelievable speed rushed the man, throwing a punch to his chin and knocking him backwards. The man crashed into the dresser, crushing it to smithereens. The assassin stood and spat out blood onto the floor, “lucky throw.” Noah stood his ground as the man tried to rush him, but Noah threw up some kind of bubble shaped force field which the man bounced right off of. “Impossible,” the man’s eyes widened as Noah smirked. Noah closed his eyes and lifted his hands as he chanted something in a strange language; he threw his hands down and a heavy force had forced the white-haired man down onto the ground where he was unable to move