Assassin Of Red Novels & Stories

The grand windows that usually framed endless ocean views were shattered, and the peaceful quiet had been replaced with the sound of gunfire and chaos. AS03, the head of the assassin team, stood amidst the carnage. His expression was impassive as his men executed the remaining guards, their bodies slumped across the marble floors, crimson staining the pristine white tiles. The plan had been simple, get in, take her, and leave no witnesses. But Hazel wasn’t here, and neither was Harden.

The light on my skin dimmed from a vibrant, living flame to a dull, bruised orange. Beside me, Rowan let out a sound that wasn't a roar, but a pained groan. His massive, ten-foot frame seemed to sag. The amethyst fire that usually rolled off his fur was being pulled toward the porcelain masks of the assassins, disappearing into the red slits of their eyes. He swung a massive claw at the nearest figure, but the assassin simply leaned back, the movement so precise it looked mechanical. The green needle in the assassin's hand hissed as it cut through the air, leaving a trail of poisonous vapor that made my lungs burn.

(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)

the assassin paints his gun at the man on the sofa. The man shook his head “You don’t believe me? Then dig the bullet out from your shoulder and cut it open with your dagger. The assassin Frowned, but he did as he was told. Enduring the pain, he dug out the bullet and forcefully cut it open with his dagger. The bullet was spilt up into two parts, and there was a luminous crystal in the middle.

(Ian POV) "Ian I'm carrying our next task," Luffer said waving an envelope. Ever since I left home I have been picked up by a group and trained to kill. Just three years later I became independent and formed a group, we were the Red Assassins! I kill for money, and I’ve knocked down a lot. You only need one thing to keep from feeling guilty. Do not identify the target, except for the face, name, and place he is going to. Knock it down immediately before you change your mind.

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

I called out, hastened my steps to him and held him back from following Red by his left hand. “Red is in danger. Remember Cassius, the guy I told you about in the supernatural world that wants my powers, that lycan who just tried to attack you must be one of his assassins. Red may not know who she really is and how she links up with the whole ‘supernatural world’ thing and so do you but Cassius’ assassins do.”

Damien suddenly spoke. "But _" Jonathan tried to say something more. "What are the identities of the assassins?" He asked. "Red Eagle " Jonathan responded and glanced at Henry that was by the side. "There is no way for a woman to kill to skilled assassins, but it will he possible if they tried to assault and she killed them when they are not paying attention" Damien explained the possibilities. "Definitely!" Scarlett echoed after him. "Detective Jonathan, I really gave to question your professionalism. How can you think that my baby that can not kill an ant unless it bites her will kill an Assassin purposely." Lisa spoke too.

“We live happily ever after.” “An ex-assassin and a vengeful killer?” I asked. “I couldn’t think of anyone more deserving,” he responded.

them after us? I stared at the human and wolf corpses on the ground. This enigma has yet to be solved. “Did you find out who sent them after us?” I responded. Dimitri helped me maneuver over a werewolf corpse and said, “No, not yet but it wasn’t Rafael.” It couldn’t be my aunt Delilah because Diego wouldn’t have helped me if it wasn’t Rafael. Someone else has to be prepared to take a big chance in order to get rid of Dimitri and me. Behind me, I heard a noise that Dimitri might also hear. One of the assassins lived, but he was injured and limped off. Dimitri appeared before him in a moment, her threatening gaze enough to make even the most formidable man pee his pants. The assassin trembled