Assassin's Cowl Mga Nobela at Kwento

They saw their second-in-command, Aiden Elrod. "You would not like to mess with them. They work for Exodus and we wouldn't want to be on their bad side." The girl named El answers. "But why are you after that assassin?" El asks as the man chuckled dryly. "The black swan is our assassin." Aiden declares as the girl steps backwards stumbling down as she was shocked. "Yes and wherever he goes, she'll be nearby." The man says, eyeing the worried girl approaching him. "Are you alright?" The hacker girl asks worriedly.

She said and I wasn't surprised. I knew she was wasn't a regular person. I knew she was up to something. I knew she knew too much for her own good. "I am a free assassin," She said and it all made sense. Free assassin never worked or belonged to a clan, they get hired to work for an important mission and after that they are discarded even if the Mission failed. They had an immortality card. "I would not kill Mason if you tell me where my child is," I said and she nodded her head slightly.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

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.

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

I saw the way she staggered, the way her hand clutched the moonstone on her wrist like a lifeline. But she didn’t fall. She never fully broke. My wolf liked that and that made him dangerous. I leaned back in my chair and let the recording loop again. She moved like a predator. Every strike in the earlier footage was deliberate. Not street-learned. Not military. Professional. Lethal. Zero. The name that Hugo and Kelly had whispered in my ear like a curse. A ghost in the underground. An assassin without a face. A rumor most dismissed… until now.

Not blown open, but knocked off its hinges by sheer brute force. Three pureblood assassins stood in the doorway, their figures appearing exceptionally tall against the shattered frame. They didn't attack immediately, but stood there, their eyes coldly assessing the people in the room like those of prey. They smelled the human fear emanating from Catherine and Ben Carter, and the strong, threatening alpha pheromones emanating from Jack. "Target confirmed," the lead assassin whispered, his voice hoarse, as if his throat were filled with shards of glass. "A bastard of the Progenitor bloodline. The Council wants you alive."

"We found a clue at the crime scene—a spade symbol. It's the sign of a secret group of international assassins. Cillian's cousin, Leroy, was totally confused when he heard this. "What are you talking about? That can't be true!"

“So someone supplied him.” “Or someone copied one for him,” Rowan replied. Neither possibility was acceptable, I looked down at the dead assassin realizing that whoever he served had invested time, money and patience into this operation. This had never been a reckless attempt, it had been planned carefully. The physician moved to the assassin’s jaw. “I found this.” He held up a tiny black capsule with silver tongs. “It shattered between his teeth.” “Poison,” Darius muttered. The physician nodded. “Fast-acting.”

(Dead Assassin) One of the assassin that wanted to act gloriously died when a bullet blasted his skull right open. It was a simply like a scene of a fish that jumps out of water and got skewered by a harpoon. “……S.W.A.T unit! Boxed in!!..advance!!!….let no one escape!!..”.(Commissioner Layla)