Novel & Cerita Assassin's Cowl

In a single, terrifying display of raw alpha power, Julian closed the distance, caught the assassin by the throat, and slammed them violently back against the iron vault door! CRASH! The assassin gasped for air, their legs dangling two feet off the ground as Julian’s fingers tightened around their windpipe. "Unmask," I ordered, stepping out of the shadows, my dark eyes hard as flint. Julian reached up with his free hand and ripped the black wool cowl away from the traitor's face. I gasped, taking a voluntary step back as the torchlight hit the exposed face. It wasn't Lord Vane. It wasn't the head quartermaster.

“There’s a traitor inside the wards.” Another arrow flew. This one hit the table leg, splitting the carved wood. Lyra flinched. “You think?” Despite everything, his mouth almost curved. Then a figure moved in the darkness near the broken windows. Silent. Fast. Black cloak. Silver blade. The assassin vaulted through the frame with impossible grace. Cassian was already moving. He drew the dagger hidden beneath his coat and met the strike midair. Steel clashed. Sparks burst in the dark.

I nod, “Since I have to be visible, I’ll assign myself to their tables and make vague comments. But we have to give them a chance to get me alone and allow them to strike.” He nods. “That’s why we need everyone to come in and plan this carefully.” As soon as he walks away, my mind keeps spinning with possible plans. There are so many things to consider. Within the hour, every Assassin within the vicinity is once again sitting at the conference table. I look around with amazement; Priest, Corbin, Dragon, Stryker, Cameron, Jaxon’s niece, Valkyrie, a Scotsman who is ironically named Scotty, Phanthom and Heathen join our group. Phantom is the strong, quiet type, while Heathen is a loud, rugged c

Mateo was surprised. “Is Ms. Gail Leroy your spy?” Gail was an assassin who had been hiding among Huntley’s men. All the Orean underground forces knew her as the Black Widow. The woman was known to be extremely cruel. Rumor had it that she was originally a prisoner on death row, waiting to be executed. Huntley was the person who had hired someone in the system to replace Gail with another female prisoner during the execution and got her released secretly.

“Ali is doing great, but Micah is driving me nuts. He’s like a crazy helicopter father─ always hovering around her. I found him putting foam on the corners of our end tables the other day. He said because he didn’t want Ali bumping into the sharp corners. I told him that she’s only three months old and won't be walking for a while, but he won’t listen.” A genuine chuckle escapes my lips at her perturbed words. I can definitely see Micah doing those things. He’s unquestionably a candidate for an overprotective father. Ever since Sophia found out she was pregnant, he has been super vigilant. I guess considering the business he’s in, he’d have to be. You see, Micah and the others are all Assass

If I can crack the hardest systems in the Inner City, this would be manageable for me. “Kevin, extract the security system files for me.” “On it sir.” While waiting for Kevin and Cain to work on it, I noticed how Rush seemed to bite on his tongue as if trying to hold back a burning question. “That’s my assistant. I had to tweak him a little.” Another respect point goes to the Night Walker and none for Titus Crowley. “That’s so cool! Do you have any other sidekicks?” “I work alone.” “Can I be your sidekick then?”

Avery’s breath hitched, her body locking up as her final defense mechanism crumbled to dust. Cole stopped just two feet away from her, leaning down until his amber eyes were level with hers. There was no arrogance in his expression—only a deep, profoundly dangerous respect. "You played me," Cole whispered, a sharp, dark smile cutting across his features. "You played the entire university. You’re not a human, and you're certainly not a victim. You carried an alchemical neural block, you systematically targeted the Crown Prince of the Crescent Pack, and you neutralized him perfectly. You're an assassin, aren't you?"

I feel my bones start to break the second the night air settles against my skin. I shift and run into the woods, feeling the adrenaline rush through my veins. Just like Kiera had said, I see a rogue staring at me like he’s been waiting there for me all along. My assassin instinct slams into me and I pounce on him, desperate to smell some flesh. It fights back, bruising me with its claws. But I heal almost immediately. And that’s when I see a mark too familiar to ignore. My mark. The one on my neck.

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

He bit his bottom lip, lowering his arms to his sides and glancing towards his palms before asking, "What is it? Y-You...you don't like what you see?" Nate had not spoken yet, gulping when he saw Dante's fingers drop the knife beside him and reach for the next button on his dress shirt. When Nate realized what he was doing, he instinctively leaned downwards, his mind completely pushing away the assassin murderous rumours and all the threats Dante had mentioned, instead reaching for his hands and stopping him from continuing down the placket. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nate pushed his hands away, closing the other buttons as well and hiding the chain back into his shirt.