Assassin Oc Novels & Stories

Jack is the only person in the palace who knows I'm an assassin and that's because dad usually send us out on a mission together. One thing with Jack is that he never gives up on a mission till it's accomplished but I'll be damn if I let him take my victory. I'm not going to let him kill Aris, like I said the prince is mine to kill. I searched around the park, using my eyes to scan everywhere looking for anything out of normal/ordinary. I froze when I saw a hitman's gun at a top building across the street. Oh shit no! He's planning on shooting him.

It happened that the door was not even locked. Veronica was still inside, and the assassin stepped in. Veronica was taken aback when she suddenly saw the face of a stranger. “Who are you? And what are you doing here?” She asked her. The assassin didn't reply to her. She pointed her gun towards her immediately. Veronica's heart almost fell off her chest. “Please don't kill me, what did I do wrong?” She was pleading. “I am an assassin. I don't know what you did wrong but I was asked to kill you,” she finally uttered a statement.

As soon as her vision cleared, she saw the assassin lunging an attack from the side from her peripheral vision. She quickly leaned back, watching his armed hand swing downwards, the sharp end of the dagger glinting under the moonlight. Odessa tried to use her powers, but nothing worked; it felt like they were being blocked. Before the assassin could make his next move, she reached for the flower case by her side and smashed it against his hand harshly, before shoving him in the stomach hard enough to send him flying over the bed to the other side of the room. The force knocked her off her feet as she fell against the bed.

Once he was down, I gave him the killing blow of my claws through his chest, piercing his heart. I noticed Theo ran out of his bedroom with a small fruit knife to stand protectively in front of Cathy. She screamed at him for coming out, and pushed him behind her, still holding out her dagger in case any got behind me. The split second I looked toward them, the assassin did get behind me, clearly assessing their importance. He lunged toward Cathy; claws extended, snarling. I roared in response, and before he could get to her, my claws were already daggering through his back.

I feel my bones start to break the second the night air settles against my skin. I shift and run into the woods, feeling the adrenaline rush through my veins. Just like Kiera had said, I see a rogue staring at me like he’s been waiting there for me all along. My assassin instinct slams into me and I pounce on him, desperate to smell some flesh. It fights back, bruising me with its claws. But I heal almost immediately. And that’s when I see a mark too familiar to ignore. My mark. The one on my neck.

He looked like a god of war. ​The office door splintered inward with a crash. ​The assassin moved faster than any normal wolf. The killer wore a skin tight black leather suit, a dark hood completely covering his face except for his dead black eyes, and a vibrant green serpent tattoo curled dangerously around his pale neck. He held twin curved daggers in his hands. Thick, glowing green liquid dripped steadily from both sharp blades. ​The assassin lunged forward without making a single sound, and aimed both poisoned blades directly at Zachery's bare chest.

She stopped talking with the policeman and headed for the Hotel's entrance door, I came out of my hiding place and continued following her. I scanned the whole area with my modified eyes and I saw that fifteen other persons were trailing her and they were all armed... The hunt had begun. Among the fifteen assassins following her was John Micheal, who was a renowned assassin from Brazil, he was a former member of the CIA but left fifteen years ago and became an assassin for a living. From being a protector of life to being a murderer life was a parallelogram. The fifteen of them were all here to kill her and take the bounty money but there was no way I was going to let that happen even if it

Dustin’s steps were fast while following his wife. She was looking for a taxi to ride. He felt something strange right now, like something bad was about to happen. “Your highness, we have locked the target,” said the assassin from the tall building. He had many fellow assassins waiting for Rihanna to come out of the Travellers lounge of the Airport. Some were just around watching, while five were scattered at the top of the building, preparing in case the target escaped.

His men surrounded him, covering his side, but it was clear they were outnumbered. And then, Olivia saw the assassin. A man dressed in dark clothing, crouched behind an abandoned car, gun aimed directly at Victor’s back. Her body moved before her mind could catch up. Raising her weapon, Olivia squeezed the trigger. The shot rang out, and the assassin crumpled to the ground. Victor spun around, his sharp eyes locking onto her. For a moment, shock flickered in his eyes. Then, without hesitation, he closed the distance between them.

Just then, the assassin who was kneeling on the ground had already called the police. He said, “Open Sea Road, #36, Lottie’s Atelier. There’s been a murder. The murderers are still here. Please hurry.” He ended the call as soon as he finished. Charlotte stared at the two dead bodies next to the assassin, then at the assassin again. “Why are you so scared of the Night King?” The assassin lifted his head and looked at her, then lowered his head in dismay.