Novel & Cerita Assassin Of Red

"I didn't expect you to scare off the assassin." Chad glanced at Tanner, not bothering to respond, and carried Nancy back to his room, with the little white fox following at his feet. Seeing that for the first time, Tanner remarked, "An interesting man!" Muttering to himself, Tanner looked into the room and saw the assassin with a bloody hole in his chest. "Damn, this Saffronesian assassin failed his mission and committed suicide!" Tanner assumed the assassin had used explosives to kill himself. He had encountered Saffronesian assassins before and knew they sometimes used clay explosives for suicide.

Clang! A massive saber flew in and forcefully deflected the assassin's weapon. The assassin turned to look and saw a red-clad, masked woman hovering above. Her eyes gleamed with a venomous chill. She almost looked like a serpent. Sensing the overwhelming presence of his opponent, the assassin asked, "Who are you? Why are you interfering?" The woman in red let out a low, sultry laugh, both bewitching and chilling. "Scarlet Enchantress, Vivian Rudock."

With that she removed her masks and Jessica was shocked to see the person in front of her "You? Why you are doing this?" "Shhhh.. You know who really I am ?.. let me tell you.. I am the most beautiful and merciless assassin in whole Russia." Jessica shivered. She than heard her sinister voice. "Good bye Jessica. Rest well there." She pulled knife from under her boots and stabbed it on her throat. Blood oozed out of her neck and Jessica died at the spot. At the same time Margaret entered the house and run towards Jessica's room.

Staring at him more intently, I noticed he was at the hospital earlier today; in fact, he also interrogated me. “What are you doing here at such an ungodly hour?” he asked, despite my lack of response to the former question. "And how did you find the assassin?' his partner added and stood up. “Assassin?” I narrowed my eyebrows, confusingly—what does he mean by assassin? “Yes. This man here is an infamous assassin. He's a pro at killing his target while making it seem like an accident. I'm stunned you manage to track him down, but more overwhelmed that he's dead. Did you…”

I hiss through my teeth, pain exploding on my shoulder blades, but instead of releasing me, the asshole digs his nails deeper in my flesh. "Should I tell you a story?" He asks and I nod,tears overflowing from my eyes, he must have drawn blood because when he releases his hold, I feel sticky liquid dripping down my arms. "So you see, my name is Adrian, I'm an assassin, I was just a rogue, holding a grudge against Lance, your mate, or should I say your ex-mate, when I was approached by Belinda" He smirks but I roll my eyes

How pathetic. I remember the first time I made her kill someone. A smirk forms on my lips as I recall the details of the encounter. It was a life or death situation, a kill or be killed. I felt my d**k twitch threatening to bust through my zipper. The sight of her being covered in blood with scratches and bruises all over her had me rock hard. I saw her innocence leave from her eyes as she cut the man's throat and began stabbing him repeatedly. That's when I found the perfect job for her, something that would actually make her useful. Since that day, she's become my personal assassin. A great one, too.

╔═━─────━▒ Cassius ▒━─────━═╝ A sour taste settled in my mouth. The dark hive. I knew that group well. They were an organization of notorious rogue assassins with a blood red streak for carrying out all sorts of assignments as long as they were paid the appropriate amount, from assassination to plundering to kidnapping and trafficking. They did it all—the worst kind of scums. And this guy was one of them. The mark on his dislodged left shoulder confirmed that.

“Security footage was cut. No survivors. The guards, the dogs, the maids, everyone was blown to pieces. Whoever did it got in and out without leaving a trace.” My jaw clenched. “No trace? No cameras, no intel, nothing?” “One thing,” he said, pulling a folded paper from his jacket. I took it. Bloodstained. A single name is written in red. The Revenant. I stared at it, something hot and sour curling in my gut. “Bullshit.” “No,” Alek said. “We confirmed it. The Revenant took the contract. The one assassin everyone was terrified of. The one no one sees coming.”

I furrowed my brows at him. “I meant, good that he wasn’t your boyfriend…not that he was a fucking moron that got himself killed.” I tilted my head at him. He ran a hand through his hair. He looked nervous. “Please disregard what I just said.” I scoffed. “Yeah, sure.” “Good.” He let out a breath. “How many people have you taken out?” Most assassins didn’t keep count; after the first few years, they all blended together. But I knew the exact number of people I had taken out for the last decade. “Three hundred and fifty-seven.”

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a