Assassin Of Red Novels & Stories

His eyes weren't their usual striking gold anymore; they were a terrifying, glowing crimson, burning with the promise of absolute death. In a display of terrifying, supernatural speed, Cassian intercepted the assassin before the man's boots could fully settle on the floor. He didn't just hit the man; he pulverized him. Cassian caught the assassin by the throat mid-air, the force of his grip snapping bone instantly, and slammed him down into the marble floorboards. The wood cracked under the impact. The threat was neutralized in a matter of seconds, the second assassin dropping like a stone, completely lifeless before he even knew what had hit him.

He is sure that once Rolfe sees his red eyes, he will be delivered to the Inquisitor and brand as a living demon. As William was fighting the green assassin, he felt the floor below them soften up and began to lose. William steps onto the floor, and the wooden plank flips, hitting the green assassin on the head and rendering him unconscious. Seeing that William bested his foe, the red assassin retreated. Rolfe drops his weapons and rushes to his father's side. Rolfe put his drunk father on his shoulder and began to drag them away from the fire.

She scrambled to put her gun back in its holsters, quickly pulling out her set of knives before dodging a blade being swung at her. Mustering great strength, she stabbed the man who had attacked her, successfully embedding her knife into his chest before pulling it out and kicking him away. Noticing a presence behind her. Red crouched to the ground as she turned around, sending one of her knives flying and into the center of a man's chest. The assassin pushed herself up from the pavement, launching herself towards another person, jumping on his shoulders before slashing his neck. The sudden spurt of blood towards Red's cheek told her that she must have hit a vein.

There was a grunt and a thud in front of him and the slave looked up to find Ryedir grappling with another man dressed in faded brown leathers. He caught the glint of a knife in the assailant’s hand and gasped. Ryedir grunted again and managed to grab the hand that held the knife, forcing it back away from his throat. Kari’s heart thumped loudly in his chest as he still struggled to regain his breath. The unknown beta in the room was an assassin! He was trying to kill Lezzker!

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

I don’t give a shit, what they want to call them. “They’re demons whether they’re a flock or a murder.” “Indeed.” Sebastian agreed. “Have you seen them?” Disseus’ eyes narrowed on him. Before sliding back to the barbarian who turned to fall into step with them as they walked toward the cabin. “You’re an assassin.” He called him out. Sebastian leaned forward to glare at the redheaded man. “Redbayne.” The redheaded man tossed his head side to side. “Likely a fair assessment, one supposes. Though I prefer ta be called Mardichi.”

The bald guy said. Austin Philips is the same assassin that killed Caine and his brother. "I'm listening." Austin replied over the phone. "The Stark brat is stepping out of line… kill him for me." The bald guy ordered and disconnected the line.

Turns out, loving someone like her—sweet, brilliant, and unknowingly entangled in a world darker than she realizes—makes every past mission look like child’s play. The Red Bishops. Assassins for hire. Underground elites who pull the strings in ways the public will never see. And now, their possible heir is the same sick bastard stalking Margo?

"Well, in the news this morning, it was said that the guy is dead. An officer shot him like..five times in the chest and stomach before he was eventually pushed into the river . I can't believe that guy is dead after all the failed attempts on killing him." "That's the point! The dude is a god, he doesn't die easily. It'll take more than a decade to kill him..I'm sure he isn't dead." "Isn't dead? He took almost 5 bullets to the chest." "Exactly, Red always makes things that ain't possible very much possible. So I won't be surprised if news comes out tomorrow that he's alive." "I don't really get it..is that guy an assassin?"