Novel & Cerita Assassin Series Books

“Then I guess we better give him what he wants. Rogue, take out the needles.” Rogue gives me a knowing smile before he opens up a satchel and removes several six-inch needles. The needles look like knitting needles, but instead of hooks at the end, they’re sharp and extremely painful. Rogue was the first Assassin that I brought on when I became the South American Board Director. The first thing I taught Rogue was how to use the needles for the purpose of torture. I use the needles to dig them into vital organs, which causes slow, excruciating pain to run through my victim’s nervous systems. It’s a very painful way to die. Rogue prefers to use a gun, but I enjoy my needles.

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.

The name Condor wasn’t among them, and yet The House of Assassins accepted him as one of their own from day one. Should’ve stopped there. Maybe they just made an exception for him, but curiosity got the better of him. So he looked and looked until he found the register of the founding families of The House of Assassins. And now it was all he could see when he closed his eyes. Him opening that stupid book. Aaron raising his voice brought James to him. “Dude, calm down, you’re losing your shit. What is going on with you? What happened here? What happened in Venatores?” James implored, gripping Aaron by the arms as he watched his brother’s crazed eyes burn with rage.

The assassin's eyes blazed with anger as she shouted and lunged at Austin, her body moving like an arrow. The machete in her hand whistled through the air, leaving a trail of afterimages. Facing the charging assassin, Austin remained motionless, his body in a combat stance, eyes glinting coldly. His lips curled into a smile. This sight struck the assassin like a hammer, shaking her deeply. Why was he still so calm? In an instant, the assassin was upon Austin. Seeing him standing still, so close, she couldn't afford to think any further. With a "whoosh," the machete slashed downwards, leaving a trail of cold light as it aimed for Austin's head.

Book 5: Lethal Daddy Intro: When assassin Raven Torres was hired to eliminate billionaire Vincent Kane, she expected it to be just another job. She never expected him to be waiting for her. Chapter 1: The Hunt: The rain turned the city into a watercolor painting, all smeared lights and blurred edges. Raven Torres crouched on the rooftop of the Meridian Building, her rifle assembled and ready, raindrops beading on her black leather jacket like cain.

Don Niko didn't save me from the hands of death only for me to betray him like this. ‘You already messed up. Retrace your fucking steps Thalia,’ my innervoice urged me, making me slip my hands into my bag. My fingers curled tightly around the gun, my heart fluttering with fear as I slowly pulled it out. In my three years of murdering people, I'd never felt so scared to shoot someone. Christ. Was this what it felt like to be dickmatized? I discarded the thought. I wasn't weak. I wasn't sentimental. It was just sex and nothing more. It didn't change the fact that he was my target to assassinate.

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Avyanna reached for it, but she did not flip it open. "It has been 10 years since the last group of assassins were sent to them. And that was under the previous director of the FBI. Everytime a director goes down to his/her position, they will personally kill the assassins that have been sent to them to shut them up and avoid leaving any traces that would link to them." That only means that after the current director goes down to his position, it will be automatic that Avyanna and her team will be killed. Avyanna inwardly snorted.

I will make sure that this time, I can execute my plan well. So before midnight, I was already out of the manor with my horse and sword. With four years of being an assassin, I could travel in night time without any effort. Darkness is part of an assassin's life since most of the time, we do our job in the dark. I reigned my horse to a stop when I saw who was standing before the glistening river under the bright moon. His back was on me, calm and still as he stood there. He didn't move from where he is even though I'm sure he is already aware of my presence. I unmounted my horse at once and walked towards him.

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.