Assassin Pride Novels & Stories

The Quicksilver assassin stood slowly but continued to stare down at Casper’s bloody lump of a body. The commotion was noticed by Azreal and as the Alpha began making his way toward Jay, he caught sight of the carnage beneath his assassin and began to pick up speed. As Jay and Azreal reached Mj the assassin calmly stepped away from her victim and looked at her brother, “you are wrong about me Jay,” she stated in an eerily calm voice and slowly strolled toward the car.

But if this man-boy, I hated calling him that, but I have yet to have him divulge a name, thinks he will live, he's sorely mistaken. Rule number one of being an assassin is to show no mercy. We learned, as kids, that if you show mercy, you get stabbed in the back. The weak get killed, and in our world, there is no time for weakness. That sounds totally laughable since we're both here pretending to basically be pussies. I hated this fucking shit. If it were up to me, I would've ended this all on the first night we were here. But oh no, Commander Rourke wanted us to play the long game.

he said and glared at Caddaric. Caddaric took a step forward and two of Prado’s bodyguards moved in front of Prado. Everyone took a step back but Caddaric took another one forward. One of the assassin bodyguards said to Caddaric, “you heard the boss.” Caddaric maintained his calm but his glare was intense as he said icily, “In this club, there is only one boss, and that is me.” “Kill him,” Prado was aggravated and commanded. As soon as they made a move, Caddaric's knees touched the floor and he pulled out a dagger, instantly cutting their legs in the deep cut.

Detroit Michigan, USA. His eyes spurred danger. Fierce green. All he did was hid them behind those masks of his and he only takes them off when ever he feels he has accomplished a misson. His tongue and teeth were red and bloody. Evidence of the numbers of innocent people he had murdered and drank their blood. Blood of the people he had slaughtered like animals. He needed to feast on them. The blood makes them more powerful and undefeatable. Last time they hurded their enemies, they slaughtered every single each of them. Boys, girls, men, women and even children. They were always driven by the force to kill. Seeing people suffer, in tears, pains and killing people in the worst ways possible

she bluntly said. “You two, we’re a team here we should help each other,” Lucia begs Zane and Clarisse. Zane walks in front of the crater made by Lucia, he jumped in and grabs the assassin out. “I’ll take this guy and bring him to somewhere.” Clarisse proceeds to continue picking up the daggers, and when she picked up the last one she sees a symbol. She was shocked to see the name, “Sion Assasins ?” she mumbled. “Sion Assasins? That myth about a group of world refined assassins?” Lucia walks beside Clarisse and see’s the name of the group on the dagger.

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

“I guess that’s part of the Confradia package.” I nod my head. “Yeah, it’s not too late for you, man. Get out while you still can.” Corbin rolls his eyes in reply. Corbin is Priest’s brother. To Priest’s consternation, Corbin joined the Confradia two years ago at the age of nineteen. Even though, like me, he’s joined the others in missions, he’s not an Assassin. Corbin works on weapons research. He’s a freaking genius in modifying and creating weapons that have revolutionized the Confradia’s killing strategies. Since he joined the Confradia, our fighting tactics have evolved to a whole new level of calm.

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.

me the same. It might be insecurity or something related but when you are an assistant to an unparalleled genius that can literally calculate everything with the littlest clue, you will know what I'm talking about. I always pride myself not only in my highly trained self or my smart ass or others, but also in my looks, I'm the type people call irresistibly handsome and there's no girl I can't get into my bed or I can't get to become addicted to me as long as I'm determined to, I'm not just a well trained but a highly trained assassin as well as an open fighter expert but my looks made some things easier whenever I'm on a mission, but the first time I saw Ace, I felt like everything I pride

It was as if I were looking for a needle in a haystack. If Silent Assassin weren’t an enemy of the law I would have applauded him for his bravery and for having such skills. He was very slippery just like an eel. And all of his victims are people who are hugely plagued by society. He is like Robinhood in modern times. It’s just that Robinhood stole from the rich and gave to the poor while silent Assassin kills the rich people who are plagues of society and bullies the people who are helpless because of their low status or don't have money. He will be good police if only he is not an assassin.