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 bloods explodes it like a fountain. The Assassin hold his throat and widened his eyes, he can’t breath properly and he pointed his finger to Richard that says “bastard!” then Richard stabbed the assassins apical pulse that connected to his heart. Then the assassin fell in to the ground and died with his eyes opened and he bathed his own blood. Richard run to Rodulf even he is badly injured. He took out Rodulf phone when he heard someone is calling him. Richard answered the call “ hello, honey where are you now?” the woman in the other line was no other than Anne Vanlimz .

(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

“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

On the yard, Justin successfully curbed the other assassins. Gasping, I met the eyes of my mate who got a big wide grin in his mouth seeing me holding the decapitated head of a rogue wolf assassin. I smiled back thinking to myself that it was all over only to spot another assassin crawling from underneath the shadows, breathing heavily from his wounds while clutching his blade like it’s his lifeline. His eyes met mine, wild and burning with something close to triumph. “You are a traitor! You should be killed now, Mariana Rose.”

Then he cleaned and patched up his wound by himself. Then he realized that Matthias was watching him the entire time, so he quickly switched to a neutral expression. His phone chimed. Tatum: All clear. Assassin taken out. There were two of them. One of them killed his partner before shooting himself in the head. Fuck. Those were... kamikaze assassins? No wonder they didn't care about their lives and went all out to kill Matthias and him. What was it that could make people forsake their lives to kill someone?