Assassin Nation Comic Novels & Stories

The crowd shouts back in unison, “YES, SIR!” He smirks and raises his own voice, “We are the Assassins Guild, and they are just bad guys. We kill bad guys for a living, because we are really fucking good at it!” The crowd punches the air, “YES, SIR!” Kai and Ash are getting pumped too. Rolling their shoulders and cracking their knuckles. Eddie nods and turns to their Portal-Witch,

Besides, those five international elite assassins were nearly at the Martial Saint level. Jonathan and Allison stood together in a corner. Jonathan stroked his beard as he smiled. He mumbled something about how Dustin would make a wonderful grandson-in-law. Allison’s heart raced as she watched Dustin. He was so powerful and so handsome…

“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?”

Mayor Johnson couldn't believe his eyes; Jane had finally caught the assassin and it was shocking that it took her only a day. "Once again, I greet everyone present here. My name is Jane and I am handling the assassin's case. I deemed it fit to publicly interrogate the criminal here who has caused pain to everyone in Gold city for sometime now" Jane stated and then turned to face the assassin who had been quiet all the while. "Tell us your full name" Jane asked her first question to him. The assassin looked up at Jane and then at the camera men taking pictures of him. "My name is Carl Anderson and like she rightly indicated, I have been a terrorist all this years in Gold City" he stated with

For what I have done, I accept the punishment bestowed on me for my disrespectfulness. My tender apology to you all. And with my most grateful respect to Nathan, our leader himself, I am sorry for my approach towards you. Please forgive me. Nathan smirked and let go of the bottom. Relieving the girls of their misery. They were all already weeping on the ground. The last time they felt that same pain was back in the day, when they were still under training. The pain was terrible, like their backbone was being pulled backward. Nathan went close to Emily and said to her: Weakness or weakness is the only way to kill a man, and that's why real assassins don't have one. Look at your weakness. Love

Ace thought, “this is the pack assassin and he has fallen weak and useless in a matter of hours because of a simple woman.” Ace sneered over the crumbled man “You are an assassin Dante, get your shit together” and with that Ace left the room. Tanner spoke next and for the first time there were no jokes. “I'm gonna go call Azrael and let him know we will be coming back with one more, see what he wants us to do.” Tanner shrugged and stuffed his hands into his ripped pants walking out of the room followed soon by Moxie, Jay and Ed. It was only Sam who remained behind standing in front of Dante desperate to help her comrade.

The Assassin said with an evil smirk. “Like you have the balls to do that!” Grace taunted. “Trying to make me angry my dear? Very clever of you, but I am not an amateur at this. We’ve spent enough time on chitchat, say goodbye, Kurt!” The Assassin said. The Assassin was about to pull the trigger, but Grace jumped and push the Assassin's arm up making him miss Kurt. She then stabbed Phoenix pin right into the Assassin's eye. Kurt shouted to raise the alarm as the Assassin pistol-whipped Grace.

The assassins secretly trained by Jonathan were not domestic martial arts experts, but rather desperados recruited from the North. There were precisely eight of them, with some having even served as international mercenaries. Though their numbers were not plentiful, their strength was sufficient to contend with ordinary second-rate noble families. Especially armed with the latest weaponry, they could hold their own against even peak martial arts Grandmasters without hesitation. "Mister Walbeer!" In less than half an hour, the eight assassins, fully armed, swiftly arrived at the entrance of the expressway. They bowed to Jonathan, exuding an aura of murderous intent. "The assassination team is

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