Assassin Oc Novels & Stories

"Oh, and Scarlett? Please, call me Thea." Scarlett dips her head, her eyes downcast towards the desk. "Right. Sorry." As I head up the stairs, I wonder who will be waiting for me. Five million dollars is a lot of money, but I have yet to hear what his assignment will be, so I don't work myself up to much. Three years ago, if someone had told me I'd be a seasoned assassin, running my own multi-million dollar operation, I would've thought they were crazy, but here I am, doing just that. Life is what you make it. I started with nothing, yet here I was. At the top of the staircase, I'm greeted by Owen standing outside of my office, his normal cheeky grin nowhere to be seen.

3rd Prince Carlos Relani Devion - he is a well-known battle freak, a bloodthirsty soldier, he is practically the same at the same time not with Felix the most gullible one. Then....... Emperor Cassius Vitalis - Devion - everyone describes him as an ice block, no one can look at him directly, lest their eyes itch just from his cold piercing glimpse. He is a very capable ruler despite being an ice block.

The assassin trainees are practicing shooting, most of them are very good in hitting the target's head but little Mayari is having a hard time. She couldn't shoot properly and always miss, the very loud noises of guns being fired is making her head ache painfully and her shaking body couldn't cooperate with her as the memory of her mother being shot dead repeatedly flashed to her mind, scaring her every second she heard a gunshot. She slowly placed her trembling finger in the trigger attempting to hit the target again, regardless of how terrified she is because the punishment she will recieve later will be more painful and dreadful.

I decided then and there to kill her father tonight. I would be killing two birds with a single stone: take down a target and gain semblance of order in my chaotic head. I didn't call a ride. I didn't need a digital trail on some company's server. I walked two blocks over to a dark parking garage and spotted a silver sedan, the most common car in the city. It was a ghost. No one looks twice at a silver sedan. I ditched the sedan in a muddy alleyway three blocks from the estate, wiped my prints, and slipped through the security blind-spot I'd rigged on my first day. I was back inside before the engine of the stolen car had even cooled.

Then he lets me up. The assassin is found in seventeen minutes. A rooftop. Two buildings east. Purist mark carved into the rifle stock. The wolf himself is gone — fled as soon as the shot failed — but his equipment is there and his equipment talks. Serial numbers. Modified components. A specific type of silencer used by a cell operating out of three territories north of here. Ronan has the location within the hour. The council observer files his report at the scene. I watch him do it. I watch his face while he does it. Whatever he thought this assignment would be, it was not this.

He was turned into a weak, limp marionette, dangling from Zayn’s hand. Zayn nonchalantly tossed him to the ground and looked down at him from above. He then asked, “Which club do you belong to?” The lead assassin’s pupils constricted from shock once again upon hearing Zayn’s query. “Who… Who are you?” the assassin stuttered. “Let me guess, you’re from the Order of the Solar Temple?” Zayn asked. The assassins had auras very similar to Shaun Shapiro. The lead assassin’s pupils constricted from even more, apparently confirming that Zayn was right.

(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)

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.

Not with this character anyway. If they'd desired merely to knock me out, they could have done so relatively quickly. Instead, the assassin could have shot in me the back. Or, without a silencer and didn't want noise, a tap on the head and a heave over the rail to the hospital car park sixty feet below would have served their purpose equally well. But this assailant didn't want anything so quiet and painless and straightforward. If I was to die, this killer wished to know I was dying for me, this assassin the tearing agony of death by violence, for the delight of savouring my suffering—a vicious evil sadist with a dark mind crimsoned by the lust for blood. The murderer of fourteen people and

The room ices over quickly. “We have some very talented individuals here today, and they deserve an introduction. Brent, who’s already spoken, is an outstanding critic and will be observing you all closely. Next, I’d like you to meet Jordan Wright. She’s from California, and she’s one of the best female assassins in the country, with triple-ten stats." She is overly impressed by them but also sees their flaws.