Assassin Smoker Novels & Stories

The assassin trainees are practicing shooting, most of them are very good in hitting the target's head but little Mayari is having a hard time. She couldn't shoot properly and always miss, the very loud noises of guns being fired is making her head ache painfully and her shaking body couldn't cooperate with her as the memory of her mother being shot dead repeatedly flashed to her mind, scaring her every second she heard a gunshot. She slowly placed her trembling finger in the trigger attempting to hit the target again, regardless of how terrified she is because the punishment she will recieve later will be more painful and dreadful.

he replied before turning and heading to one of the walls where he put on the light to illuminate the room. That is when I realized that another wall was filled up with computers from top to bottom. How could our murderer be able to escape all this security system ? Finally, we all sat down and after a moment, I broke the silence. "I am failing to understand how our enemy is still capable of escaping all this security. Aslan, are you sure you checked all the CCTV cameras?"I asked staring at the beta. "I did and believe me, everything is ok and no parts of yesterday's videos are missing," he confirmed.

Each scream carved itself into the air, raw and jagged. Through it all, Serina stood still, her nails biting into her palms until her skin burned. She would not flinch. Not when this man had stalked her life, not when the truth dangled on his bloodied tongue. At last, when his body sagged in the chains, Damien stepped forward. His voice was calm, almost bored. “Enough. He will not speak.” The assassin coughed, blood spattering the stone. “Kill me then. I’ll go to the pit smiling.”

The warriors tried to move in, but the assassin spun suddenly, throwing a flash bomb onto the ground. Smoke exploded into the air. The clearing filled with thick gray fog. By the time the smoke cleared... The assassin had already retreated to the edge of the forest. He stood there calmly, watching Aria. Then, slowly, he gave a small respectful nod. Aria frowned. "What do you want?" The assassin's lips curved into a faint smile beneath the hood. "Confirmation." "Of what?" Aria demanded. His glowing eyes studied her carefully. Then he

"What? You attacked Ruby?” “She was trying to thwart my mission. I'm not a patient person, Madam," the man explained as he opened the window and rested one arm there. “Isn't my order clear? I asked you to finish off that woman named Amber, not Ruby.” Unexpectedly, the assassin let out a creepy laugh. While picking up a bottle from under the chair, he muttered, “Shouldn't you be happy? I managed to get rid of your husband's first wife. You have no rival, Mrs. Smith."

“Second, I want to kill bastards like the men who put Hugo through so much pain.” He walked up to me, that stupid smirk on his face. “I see... so that's what this is about? Playing heroin?” “Either ways I still get to kill don't I? ,” I said. He was silent for a long moment. Then he walked back to where his blade was. “An Assassin's job is not about playing hero Isabella, it's about wits, and also risking your life.” he said. “Did I mention the bloodlust? You're not strong enough.”

He looked like a god of war. ​The office door splintered inward with a crash. ​The assassin moved faster than any normal wolf. The killer wore a skin tight black leather suit, a dark hood completely covering his face except for his dead black eyes, and a vibrant green serpent tattoo curled dangerously around his pale neck. He held twin curved daggers in his hands. Thick, glowing green liquid dripped steadily from both sharp blades. ​The assassin lunged forward without making a single sound, and aimed both poisoned blades directly at Zachery's bare chest.

“Can I ask you something?” “Have a try.” “Are you really an assassin?” it came out as a low whisper, as though I was probing a tiger’s cage. “Yes.” “How many people have you…” it felt as though I was edging towards a cliff edge but I kept on. “Five, and then various other jobs spying, reporting and such that goes with the territory.” “Right, wow,” my bravery ran out. “Happy now?” he grunted, tearing into a chunk of bread. “Do you enjoy it? Killing people?”

He knew only Igor dared to say something but he had never thought of killing him for his proactive words. "No......." He denied bringing out a cigar to his mouth. "She is too young... Just a teenager......" Igor massaged his temple looking at the documents he had once in his hand while passing the Zippo to lit his cigar. He tried to convince his boss who was in a different world since the girl barged inside his life. "That doesn't change her identity. She is still the Assassin's Daughter."

the assasin said. Soon, the smell from the bottle filled the air and the assasin knew the bottle contained acid. This type of acid was the most deadliest of all and it was a very rare kind. The assasin knew that it wouldn't have been easy for the man to get hold of the poisonous substance and was left wondering who the man really was. "Well, i've come to take it from you." the man said. "I'm afraid, that's not possible." The assasin said. He was getting tired of the constant back and forth conversation he was having with the man and he wanted it to end soon so he could go in search of some beer to drink.