Assassin's Cowl Mga Nobela at Kwento

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

Lyph~ the soul which resided within the baby's body, was a notorious Killer. Killed thousands of lives, be it corrupted or innocent as it was her job. She was also a weapon smith, but only making weapons for herself, deadly kinds of weapons, many even wished for her to make theirs too, but she refused nonetheless.

I had been retired for over fifteen years, but the last few months made me feel like a young pup again. I stopped by my own apartment, showering, and packing a bag for my hunt. While Beta has told my old friend the she-wolf didn’t look like she was being coerced, I had to work under the assumption that she may have left under threat. Being prepared for anything was rule number one of being an assassin. Satisfied that I had all my bases covered, every possible tool I would need that was still light enough to carry, I zipped my duffle and loaded into the car.

​But high above the basin, along the jagged ridges where the twisted oaks met the solid rock cliffs, the silence was broken by the faint, metallic click of a crossbow being loaded. ​"Target area is secure," a harsh, human voice whispered into the darkness. The speaker was clad in camouflaged leather that absorbed the ambient violet light of the valley. A heavy cloth mask covered his face, leaving only two cold, calculating eyes visible. "The wolf scent here is thick, but the cloaking charms are holding. The beasts don't know we're here." ​"Find the girl," another assassin murmured from behind a boulder, adjusting the sights on his silver-tipped rifle. "The client said she has no predatory au

Above the loading bay, the turrets stuttered to a halt as the localized signal died. "Target acquired," the lead Weaver’s voice buzzed, mechanically filtered. "The Anomaly is exposed. Engage active camouflage. Shred the vanguard. Leave the boy for the harvest." The assassins tapped the sides of their void-black armor. The air around them rippled, bending the light with violent force. The edges of their bodies blurred and folded inward, replaced by the unbroken image of the concrete wall behind them. They vanished. A massive, half-starved rogue lunged blindly forward. An invisible blade caught its throat. Arterial spray painted the empty air, briefly outlining the contour of a Weaver's forear

Not guardian wolves. Not sanctuary soldiers. Hunters. Kael’s face hardened instantly. “They found us already.” Three armed wolves appeared at the far end of the corridor seconds later, emerging from the shadows with frightening coordination. Their armor carried no official pack markings, but silver-black symbols covered their weapons. Assassins. And the moment they saw Aria— They attacked immediately. Kael moved first. His dagger flashed across the corridor fast enough to bury itself directly into the lead assassin’s throat while the second attacker lunged toward Aria with silver-coated claws.

He thought, ‘If you dare to block my way, you have to be prepared to get hurt. After a brief moment, all of them entered the villa and went straight to the point. After introducing Sky’s identity, Anna said, “Since Michelle Yowell is so close to you now, she must have told you about Divine Constabulary, right? So I’ll just make this quick. The man you just killed is an international assassin that we have been tracking down for ages. His alias is Black Skeleton, he’s involved in a much bigger case.” With that, she took out a pile of photos, all of them had Black Skeleton in them.

╔═━─────━▒ Cassius ▒━─────━═╝ A sour taste settled in my mouth. The dark hive. I knew that group well. They were an organization of notorious rogue assassins with a blood red streak for carrying out all sorts of assignments as long as they were paid the appropriate amount, from assassination to plundering to kidnapping and trafficking. They did it all—the worst kind of scums. And this guy was one of them. The mark on his dislodged left shoulder confirmed that.

Third POV " Oh , it's because privacy is very important for assassins. They can't disclose their identities to anyone. But believe me, my captains are talented in every field," Brendon replied sarcastically. " Proceed with your introduction quickly," Brendon says and the next one gets up. " I'm an assassin too, I'm called a blood hunter." Another female captain, she was brunette with a slim figure, the trained body of assassins for escaping and running away. " I'm a Sniper, my codename is Blossom."

But right now, fixing meant moving quietly, and fast. There was a call from my cell phone. I stepped out of the bedroom, into my study, locking the door behind me. “Report,” I ordered. Cole’s voice crackled through the line, low and urgent. “We found one of the assassins that escaped. Male, mid-thirties. Matches the description Stanley gave: tattoo on his neck, left wrist burn scar. He’s moving through the outskirts of Northline” “Police?” I asked. “Already coordinating. They’ll move in first. We support from the perimeter.”