Novel & Cerita Assassin Pride

Rudra released his grip and stepped away, though his eyes were full of mistrust and anger. Prahsatha adjusted his collar and looked at the boy. "I used to be an assassin for hire, one day I was approached to kill the crown prince of Vatsaya and make it look like a war casualty. I had no personal enmity with him or anyone for that matter. It was just business. Then I witnessed him trying to capture Toshani," he looked up at Rudra," I shot him. Had I not done so, Toshani would have been dead. I saved her from the river and the rest is history."

Vegas yelled. “I, Kylie Candace Kazimir, pledge to uphold the secret of the assassin creed and always put my duty first,” those words played in my head. The gun fell out of my hands as such horrible things I had done began to play in my head. Multiple gunshots and blood splashing played in my head. Was this truly the person I was? An assassin? “Kylie, stay with me,” Vegas slapped my cheeks lightly, “Don't fucking close your eyes on me!!”

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.

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.

ATK-650 STR-217 DEF-500 DEX-100 Speed-69 AGI-69 Mana-300 INT-60 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Stealth(Disaster) Advanced Vision Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Ambush(Unique) Capture(Mystic) Humanoid Form(Lost Magic) Aura of Fire(Unique) Shadow Blink(Unique)] Well, well, well, I guess the assassin of our team has been found. Your genes are predisposed to assassination, my god! It seems impossible to say no to that after seeing your skillset and stats, so I'd like to know if anyone has any objections.

Bianca Salvatore has spent her entire life learning one thing: never trust anyone. Raised in foster homes and shaped by a childhood she would rather forget, Bianca had built herself into what had become the nightmare of even the most powerful men in the underworld —a highly skilled, cold-blooded assassin with a reputation for never failing a contract. Then she is given the contract of a lifetime: kill Luca Vincenzo, the ruthless and untouchable leader of the most powerful mafia cartel in Boston. Luca is everything Bianca has been trained to kill—dangerous, calculating, wealthy, and seemingly impossible to kill. When Bianca's assassination attempt goes wrong, she finds herself at L

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

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.