Assassin Oc Novels & Stories

Tables overturned with a crash, glasses shattering everywhere. ‎Theron shoved me behind him and shifted in an instant. The massive black wolf stood between me and danger, snarling with pure fury. Damon and our Northern Territory guards engaged the assassins immediately, weapons drawn, bodies colliding. One assassin ignored everyone else and came straight for me. His eyes were cold, focused only on the target. ‎

Third person POV The person facing the assassin was Cillian, he was only on his boxer facing the assassin that was well equipped but the confidence ozzing out of him made the other assassin thinking twice why he accepted this mission in the first place, after the call with Kane he came downstairs whilst sipping on his drink leisurely waiting for the assassin. Even though he claimed to be at peace and calm but he wasn't truly settled, how could he when someone was on the lose, hanging around, waiting to kill his wife and unborn child, he couldn't rest at all "I'm not any assassin of any sort, so go back and tell your group or colleague to stay away from the Lumerés mansion as far as possible,

stated Jane “The assassin is one who operates at a high profile and from the series of killings he performed, it seems his victims are high profile personalities thus he is working for someone who is of high authority. So I need you to lead me to the security operatives in charge with the footage of major place in the city, from my observation, he is someone that knows this city like the back of his palm and thus is a resident here, so if he wants to play the game of hide and seek, I am interested”. And with that Levi left the restaurant leaving Jane there in uttermost amazement and also questioning her abilities.

I only found out that an assassination had taken place inside the hotel when the whole building went on alarm. I think the assassin pretended to be a cleaning lady when she killed James Mondragon because I saw a naked and unconscious woman under the bed and it seems like she was the cleaning lady who was supposed to clean the room where James Mondragon was killed. And according to the woman, she was called by a man but when she turned around to see her, the person who called her suddenly knocked her out so she lost consciousness. The assassin probably injected sleeping pills into the woman and then took off her clothes and pretended to be a maid when she entered James' room. Because the clea

The Quicksilver assassin stood slowly but continued to stare down at Casper’s bloody lump of a body. The commotion was noticed by Azreal and as the Alpha began making his way toward Jay, he caught sight of the carnage beneath his assassin and began to pick up speed. As Jay and Azreal reached Mj the assassin calmly stepped away from her victim and looked at her brother, “you are wrong about me Jay,” she stated in an eerily calm voice and slowly strolled toward the car.

I paced in my cell waiting for confirmation that my order had gone out. “Marcus. Kill him.” I ordered the moment the medic confirmed someone had received my message. “Sir? Please no!” the man begged. “He will talk. There is a reason medics aren’t in the field. They can’t be trusted to keep secrets under pressure. Now, kill him.” Marcus moved toward the medic, the limited space in the cell leaving him nowhere to run. The man’s pleas were cut off in short order when my assassin ripped his throat out, wrinkling his nose in disgust as the body fell to the floor.

Im curious as to whats going on in his head, I muster up the courage to ask, "Whats on your mind? You look like you got wheels turning in head whats up?" He said nothing just looked at me. My gut started stirring and my palms began to sweat. No one makes Ferro nervous, but I know Roman is a cold blooded killer, worse than me. I kill to protect, Roman and his cousin Khan kill for enjoyment. They were some sick and twisted bastards. "You've grown quite fond of our little assassin huh? I mean I cant blame you, she blossomed into a real woman eh?" his voice got husky and was laced with lust.

it feels like this peace is too fragile, too perfect. I can’t shake the feeling that something is coming. Something bad. THIRD PERSON’S POV Back in the city, in an abandoned garage near the outskirts of town, Camille straps weapons into a black van. Ammunition clips snap into place. Beside her, a man, an assassin, in all black studies a map pinned to the van’s dashboard. Red circles. Coordinates. Timelines. “The cabin is isolated,” the assassin says without looking up. “Minimal visibility. Three exits. One unguarded. We strike soon.”

“You have one hour before the footages will be deleted, Montgomery. I said you get to it immediately.” Alex walked beside Zach, clutching her bleeding arm. “Was Saood here?” “No. But that man you shot on the legs is one of his leaders,” Damon replied. “Looks like you added another line on his list against you.” “F8ck.”

I will make sure that this time, I can execute my plan well. So before midnight, I was already out of the manor with my horse and sword. With four years of being an assassin, I could travel in night time without any effort. Darkness is part of an assassin's life since most of the time, we do our job in the dark. I reigned my horse to a stop when I saw who was standing before the glistening river under the bright moon. His back was on me, calm and still as he stood there. He didn't move from where he is even though I'm sure he is already aware of my presence. I unmounted my horse at once and walked towards him.