Assassin Series Books Novels & Stories

I guess a part of me is waiting for him to start laughing and tell me that he’s kidding. Taking a deep breath, I rise from the bed and stand before him with an incredulous frown. “Is this a joke, Micah?” Micah’s hands rest on my waist as he pulls me close to his body. “No, Sophia. I’m one hundred percent serious. I work for an organization that sanctions the assassination of men who have committed atrocious crimes against humanity. Men who have gotten away with it because they are rich or are protected by their country’s laws. That man that I’m scared might find out about you and hurt you used to be an assassin.”

The Quicksilver assassin stood slowly but continued to stare down at Casper’s bloody lump of a body. The commotion was noticed by Azreal and as the Alpha began making his way toward Jay, he caught sight of the carnage beneath his assassin and began to pick up speed. As Jay and Azreal reached Mj the assassin calmly stepped away from her victim and looked at her brother, “you are wrong about me Jay,” she stated in an eerily calm voice and slowly strolled toward the car.

“Did she tell you why?!” Zach’s eyes narrowed and he approached Damon. “Don’t tell me that you had a hand on this as well,” he said hardly. He turned towards Alex, who only remained silent and staring at Damon straightly. “You’re an accomplice on this. Looks like I’ll be seeing my brother again, aren’t I, Mr. Buchanan?!” “Buchanan?” Cameron, their father asked in surprise, turning towards Damon. “Is he Jonathan Buchanan’s son?” “And, heir,” Zach added dryly. “Damon Buchanan, I am placing you under arrest for being an accomplice in the vehicular manslaughter of Amelia Jane Walters and Ashley Walters.”

She bit down on the bloody dagger and began searching the two corpses, but aside from their weapons, neither bodyguard carried any keys. Aspen remained calm, silently reciting the killer's principles Andrew had taught her. "As an assassin, the first rule is to stay cool. The second rule is still to stay cool. The third rule is to be fast, and the fourth is to escape above all else… That's what matters most." She opened the black briefcase first but found only documents inside, no Blackstar Crystal. That meant the crystal was most likely hidden in the safe. Aspen's slender fingers moved toward the combination lock. However, at the last moment, she suddenly froze.

“But we are what was left behind.” One of the others a tall, eyeless man whose skin shimmered like broken glass spoke in a voice that echoed with dozens of tones. “You killed the Quill.” “I did.” “You shattered the pen,” said a girl with birds instead of hair. “I had to.” “And now,” whispered the assassin twins in perfect harmony, “the stories must write themselves.” Ashen stepped closer, page extended. “Give me a name.” “What?” “A real one,” she said. “Not Ashen. That was your placeholder. Give me something meant to last.”

Blood soaked through the bandages faster now, but he forced himself to crawl, one trembling hand after the other, toward the overturned stool in the corner. The assassin advanced slowly, like a predator savoring the moment. “You can’t run, old man. You were marked long ago. Tonight, it ends.” Zev’s trembling hand closed around one leg of the stool. With a desperate growl, he swung it upward just as the assassin loomed close. The wood connected with the attacker’s wrist, knocking the blade just slightly off course. Enough to save his neck. The edge grazed his shoulder instead, reopening a wound, blood dripping hot down his arm.

It intentionally missed me, burying itself deep into the pillar an inch from my head. I fired back, but it was too late. She already vanished as if she had never been there in the first place. I lowered my gun and reached for the dagger. This wasn’t the kind of standard steel most assassins in the underground carried. It was personalized, covered in red wine with a silver rose carving on its handle. “See you soon, sweetheart.” I smirked, twirling it once in my hand before slipping it into my coat.

Her heart pounded in her chest, her gaze turning to pure adoration as she looked at Ashton. He was like a god. "Kill him! Kill him!" Angry shouts edged with terror rose from the darkness. More and more assassins lunged at Ashton, throwing everything they had into trying to take him down. However, they were only rushing to their deaths. No one could remain standing under that long blade in his hand. Even an SS-ranked expert took only one strike to take out. There was blood everywhere. As time passed, the severed heads on the floor grew in number, while fewer assassins dared to charge Ashton. At long last, none remained who would raise a hand against him.

His eyes weren't their usual striking gold anymore; they were a terrifying, glowing crimson, burning with the promise of absolute death. In a display of terrifying, supernatural speed, Cassian intercepted the assassin before the man's boots could fully settle on the floor. He didn't just hit the man; he pulverized him. Cassian caught the assassin by the throat mid-air, the force of his grip snapping bone instantly, and slammed him down into the marble floorboards. The wood cracked under the impact. The threat was neutralized in a matter of seconds, the second assassin dropping like a stone, completely lifeless before he even knew what had hit him.

STRINGS SERIES BOOK 1 STRINGS OF HEART Synopsis: Sian was born an autistic child. In her world, she would only see what she wanted. Although she was an autistic patient, she was born in an affectionate family. Her parents did not abandon her because of her congenital defect. Instead, they spent innumerable time and energy to patiently guide her, and strove to allow her to live life like a normal person. Sian was 5 years old, she was found to have an excellent talent in playing the Violin and had a rare interest in it.