Assassin Of Red Novels & Stories

Even if I assigned men to watch over her, it would prove abortive. The attackers are Crow members and I know the kinds of men and women that Blake Crow made his assassins and his assailants. They were skilled men and women and they don’t make the same mistake thrice, the third was always a success. In this case, I wouldn’t lie, I was scared for Sofia’s life, I was so scared she would eventually be killed.

DAHLIA "So, you're telling me you're both assassins?" I asked calmly, trying to wrap my head around what Lee had just told me. "Yeah" Tori sat in the corner of the room, clutching a pillow to her chest. She looked really frazzled. I mean, who wouldn't? I heaved a sigh and turned to look at Red who was still lying on the floor, deathly pale and unconscious. Red wass an assassin assigned to kill me. He'd failed.

one of Rage's friends said. What the fuck? Am I all to blame? Rage planned all of this, you people! He only lured me to this situation and is completely aware o what kind of person I am! I wanted to yell them those words, to slap them with the truth that it was Rage who planned to fool them. But I couldn't say a single word. I just stood there still, showing no emotion. "That woman is heartless, she must have a mission here that is why—" The next moment, all of the six assassins that are left including Franco, were hit with daggers straight to their necks.

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

“You probably want to know what happened, huh?” I nod my head. For a moment, I don’t think he’s going to respond, then he takes another breath and explains. “Well, from what we were able to gather, Kazik sent in one of his men to kill us. He shot me in the shoulder, but it was just a graze. Unfortunately, the bastard killed my assistant Sam, and my Assassin, Drex. Obviously, it was an ambush because he did some damage.” I swallow hard, trying to lubricate my throat before I croak out. “What happened to me? How long have I been here?”

“It’s going to be the same at the end. I’m not a hero. I’m an assassin, a murderer. Even if I succeed in taking down the Parliament, there is no way I’m going to be accepted for what I’ve done. I’ve always known that the day I bring the Parliament down, I will go down with them. In order for a better future that isn’t built on the blood of others, the cycle must end and it ends with me.” Feeling the strain of talking after several days of bed rest, I didn’t register the pain. A loud slap resounding through the room and the ringing in my left ear was enough to stun me. “Stop deluding yourself. Do you think you’re the only one bearing the burden of this? Look carefully! Open your eyes! Aren’t

His eyes shone with mirth, and embarrassment flooded my veins, making my cheeks flame with redness. "What's so funny?" I stepped further until I was standing right in front of his desk, all nervousness evaporating with each step I took, replacing itself with anger. "Why didn't you fucking tell me you were married, Mr. Marcello?" I hissed his name with so much venom. He was a real asshole. Cheaters were the people I could never tolerate the most. As someone who was once at the receiving end of emotional blackmail from a cheater, I suddenly wanted to throw up.

Oh no! There was no time for her to escape anymore even if she wanted to. The assassin knocked her blade off with one of his hands and effortlessly clamped Hilda's neck with his other. Obviously, the assassin was very angry. His eyes turned red as it burned with fury. The scars on his face seemed to become more frightening than before. Hilda kept thumping his arms with both her hands with all her might but to no avail. His arm didn't budge at all. Assassins in real life didn't babble much like those featured in movies. He never uttered any nonsense since the beginning and didn't waste any second of his time. He just wanted to get rid of Hilda as fast as he possibly could.

His body crumpled beside Auberon’s, white robes spreading across marble like fallen snow. “ASSASSINS!” someone shouted from the back of the Cathedral. Then the real killing started. Men in red burst through the side entrances, weapons already drawn. Not guards—assassins. I could tell by the way they moved, efficient and deadly, heading straight for the House Rosetti members scattered throughout the pews. House Red was attacking House Green. At a wedding that was supposed to unite them. A blade flashed near my head. I threw myself sideways, crashing into the pew in front of me. The assassin’s knife buried itself in the wooden backrest where I’d been sitting a second earlier.

“Without informing me. And because of that, I lost an asset worth ten of your men.” Zev blinked. “Asset?” “The assassin,” Red snarled, slamming both hands on the table. “He was trained for nine years. And he’s dead now because you couldn’t wait.” “You agreed we’d take action,” Azar growled. “You just didn’t have the stomach to do it.” Red’s eyes gleamed. “I had a plan. That assassin was supposed to infiltrate Rhett’s mansion and observe. Gather intel, create leverage. But you sabotaged it.”