Assassin's Pride Manga Novels & Stories

The most powerful one is born after generations and blood, as he is left with no other choice, but to heed, obey and reply. “An assassin.” Drilled within him the laws and the creed that he needed to obey and put first than anything. His very ability, wit, and skill as an assassin brought him into the pedestal of the dark and cornered shadow of their very kingdom. Hail and somehow idolize, he is the very young age of thirteen knew nothing, but to kill as an art, to rule with a mask, and be the perfect assassin. Until. “7th Princess of the kingdom of Ameli, Princess Rain. Please to make your acquaintance, Prince Clayden.”

Because the light was too weak, she couldn't see the fresh blood smeared all over the girl's body, only was surprised and shouted: “Shelly... ah!" Nurse Rose stared in disbelief at her stomach, which had just been pierced by a screwdriver and fell to the floor. The children around her were not surprised to see her suddenly fall down, but found a familiar figure entering. Shelly stomped her muddy feet on the nanny rose, smiling at them. The angelic smile at this moment was bloodthirsty like a devil, and his eyes were red like hell fire. "Asian! Asian! Asian!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I think she was shocked at first and then yelled at us. “I am not a prize to be won, and I am not an object to claim! “Her anger reverberated through the trees as torrent rain began to fall, and she turned around and left us. Make me remember not to anger her again. Ashina’s point of view- I was so angry I couldn’t get away from those two idiots fast enough. Who did they think they were? I am not damsel in distress, I am a warrior, and a Queen. I am not an object they can claim, what is wrong with those idiots?!

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.

He lunged at me, his blade glinting in the moonlight, but I evaded his attack with a swift sidestep. My fist tightened as I seized the opening, delivering a crushing blow to his midsection with all my strength and speed which opened a hole in his chest. The sickening sound of bones cracking echoed through the forest as he crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath. Blood poured from his mouth, mixing with the dirt beneath him. I stood over his broken form, my chest heaving with exhaustion. His eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of defiance and defeat. With a cold, heartless smile, I leaned closer, my voice dripping with malice. "Your mission ends here, assassin. You should have stayed home

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.

But the assassin leapt and removed his arm from his hold. “And you are clumsier than I had expected.” Erdem charged towards him, but at the last second reversed his direction and successfully landed a punch on his stomach before smoothly gliding to stand in front of him. “Clumsy! You dare to call me clumsy!” The assassin growled and lunged in, his leg straight out, aiming for Erdem's head. Erdem tilted himself a little and grasped his torso, and I swear I saw a sneer on his lips. The assassin's leg hung over Erdem's shoulder, and Erdem launched a punch that connected squarely beneath the killer's chin, sending him skyward. But Erdem didn't let go; he pulled him down and grabbed him by the fa

I hiss through my teeth, pain exploding on my shoulder blades, but instead of releasing me, the asshole digs his nails deeper in my flesh. "Should I tell you a story?" He asks and I nod,tears overflowing from my eyes, he must have drawn blood because when he releases his hold, I feel sticky liquid dripping down my arms. "So you see, my name is Adrian, I'm an assassin, I was just a rogue, holding a grudge against Lance, your mate, or should I say your ex-mate, when I was approached by Belinda" He smirks but I roll my eyes

"Just stay back and no matter what happens don't interfere. I've done this before and it'll be fine." Joanna looked worried. "Okay," she said. Adam nodded, but looked like he'd rather be anywhere but here. Soon enough, he would realize the supernatural was more than just an irritation. He would become one of us. As would Joanna. I opened the latch. As expected, the assassin appeared. Blades formed in my hands with along with the lightning. "Welcome Jasmine. I've been expecting you," the assassin said. "Will you tell me where the final piece of the crown is buried?" I hoped so. I didn't know if I could win a battle. The throbbing pain pierced so strong; my limbs shook. I tried to stand, but m

“Thank you for the hard work!” Receiving praise was a first for Akiko. In fact, it was uncommon for assassins or mercenaries. Even within a family, only extremely exceptional feats were given praise. The number of times Sasha received praises could be counted on one hand. In fact, receiving thanks for carrying out a mission was unheard of. It destabilised Akiko’s concentration so much that she failed to maintain her flight mode. Landing with practised ease, the Death Princess adjusted the length of her Bo staff with a verbal command and forcefully bashed the mechanical suit, turning it into twisted scrap metal that exploded with sparks.