Assassin Of Red Novels & Stories

It intentionally missed me, burying itself deep into the pillar an inch from my head. I fired back, but it was too late. She already vanished as if she had never been there in the first place. I lowered my gun and reached for the dagger. This wasn’t the kind of standard steel most assassins in the underground carried. It was personalized, covered in red wine with a silver rose carving on its handle. “See you soon, sweetheart.” I smirked, twirling it once in my hand before slipping it into my coat.

I demanded an explanation for what had occurred aggressively. "According to my own findings, there was a third person involved who murdered our assassin while saving Mr. Dhruv Ugo Mace," he said again. "The task was so easy to murder that bastard but you can't do it correctly!!" I flung away the glass I was drinking in front of the man next to me. " I chastised him for his poor performance. “It wasn’t me who fail-“I didn’t let him finish his words and stood up in front of him,

Five assassins flew down and surrounded me, their faces covered with red scarves. “Red scarves,” I muttered, my face changing. The red scarves were a notorious band of assassins said to have most of their missions in a hundred percent rating. Other assassins killed for money, the red scarves, they killed because they wanted to kill, they were happy to kill and killing was the one thing in their lives that seemed to make so much sense. Well, come on, I was not a persimmon either. I readied myself, battle posture and hands already folded.

They both look like dictators reigning above everyone. Keeping my eye on both of them, I signal Connor and gesture to the two targets. Connor moves close and nudges me forward. Just as we’re about to move, a shot rings out across the room, and pandemonium ensues. I glance back to see our assassins fighting and then look back up and rush forward when I see that the Senator and Kennedy Lynch are running away. As I’m nearing the stairs, a man appears and takes a swing at me, but I’m ready. Gripping his wrist with both hands, I kick him in the kneecap, twist his arm behind his back and put pressure until I hear the sound of bone breaking. The man cries out in agony as his body slumps to the grou

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

Raising the dagger again, they aimed to strike, but she swiftly sidestepped, delivering a powerful knee strike to the assassin's head. The assassin let out a muffled grunt, their vision blurred, and they collapsed unconscious. Tatiana looked at the assassin sprawled on the bed, breathing heavily, her eyes slightly red from the adrenaline. As Tatiana caught a faint whiff of blood in the air, she momentarily felt as if she had been transported back to her own time. Assassination, being assassinated, death... Tatiana clenched her fists tightly, her eyesgrowing red, filled with the urge to confront and kill the assassin.

The villagers wept inside their huts as my cold gaze was unleashed. No one was going to leave the village alive as long as I stood. "Ruby Vermillion. The Scarletflame Assassin. The Red Riding Hood of Hezel." "The woman who’s going to feed on your bones," I continued his sentence and smiled. "The woman who can tumble you down." "You will not shun me down, darling. I have Mally on my side. He will squish you in a leap." "And I will disarm with a blink."

No, he wanted blood. He strode forward, tossing the gun aside with a clatter, and grabbed the assassin by the collar, slamming him against the altar so hard the stone cracked. The killer spat blood, tried to lift his blade but Matteo’s fist broke his wrist in one brutal twist. The knife fell. Matteo’s voice was low, lethal. “Who sent you?” The assassin laughed, choking on his own blood. “Bellini.” That one word was all Matteo needed. His fist drove into the man’s chest like a hammer, his other hand ripping the mask free. The assassin gasped, his face pale, mouth trembling with blood.