Assassination Plot Wow Classic Novels & Stories

"This time, I want you to lie in ambush on Vector Trail. When I give the order to open fire, do not hesitate. Squeeze the trigger and leave no survivors. Copy?" "Consider it done, sir!" The armed men broke into three squads and filed into three cars. Once everything was ready, Hogan stepped aside and made another phone call to Wesson. "Mr. Laker, looks like the fool Dashiell has been exposed. I've made the preparations. The assassins I trained in Mecira are gathered. The moment they send Dashiell back to Farshya, they'll die on Vector Trail." Wesson's voice was low. "I'll leave it to you, but there's one more thing. If a young woman named Aria Carver is with him, I want her dead too. See to

“You’re talking about an assassination in a fortified palace. Every inch will be guarded. Dozens of nobles. Hundreds of soldiers. Eyes everywhere.” “I know,” he said calmly. “But we’ll never get a better opportunity. All the players will be in one room. We strike then—or we don’t strike at all.” I looked down at my gloves, stained from the past. Stained from everything I couldn’t wash away. The thought of failing again made my stomach churn. “Okay,” I said softly. He blinked. “Really?” I met his gaze and didn’t flinch. “We’ll need a detailed layout. Alternate exits. Distractions. A weapon that doesn’t scream. Poison would be smart. Or maybe...” My voice dropped. “Maybe we use the blood itsel

Seriously Since Miranda isn't here,am I the next target of business cards I pushed the trolley away after giving him a fake smile I dumped the card into the trashcan not bothering to spare a glance at it to avoid temptation Hahahaha Few minutes to closing Can't wait to see Kel and my best friend also Miranda's POV I put on a baggy trouser and a oversized shirt after having a warm shower Tied my hair into a messy bun and rubbed a little lipstick on my lips I look nice Can't wait to see Mitchelle I walked out of the door and bumped into the jerk I ignored him and walked away despite his stares I sat down on the couch and waited for my best friend Since Kel wasn't around to talk to ,I slotted i

After five minutes, Violet felt as drained as she'd been after an hour of training. Whitney whined, "Let's do it again! One more time, please!" "Do it yourself." Violet echoed Carl's previous statement. She turned the music off and addressed Carl. "Can you tell me how those assassins died now?" Carl stood. "They had poison capsules implanted in their bodies. The press of a button by whoever controls them breaks those capsules. That causes a rapid death." "Do capsules like this even exist?" Violet asked. If Carl knew of its existence, he must be familiar with its origin as well.

"And my lineage doesn't include poisoning children to win a vote." "Shoot them!" Craig screamed to his assassins. The two Frost-Tooth bowmen let fly their arrows, but Torin moved faster, his own twin daggers flashing through the dim light to deflect the projectiles mid-air before he leaped forward, tackling both assassins into the shadows of the side cisterns. Left alone, Craig looked down at the heavy glass jar in his hands, his face twisting into a mask of pure, unadulterated malice. "Then we all burn together!" he shouted, lifting the carboy high above his head to smash it directly into the water intake.

Whoever they were, they wore neutrality like a weapon. Maxim lunged again, claws flashing. The assassin repulsed, silver blades screaming against his bones. The clash rang through the atrium, drowning the cries of startled delegates. Zara gathered power in her palm, calling the pulse of the Vale itself. The earth answered, a deep thrum that made the glass walls shiver. She aimed for the assassin’s feet, sending a shockwave through the marble. Cracks spider-webbed outward, sharp and sudden. The assassin staggered—but only for a heartbeat. With a dancer’s poise, they vaulted onto a table, scattering goblets of moonwine. Silver mask glinted as they surveyed the room, as if measuring the chaos t

I told him that I had finished everything about the money. Maybe they would bring some more. I can see you have used the dragon eyes right? Wonder asked, Yes, you are right I responded. Christopher and his group had seen that I wanted to disturb them so they went to hire one of the powerful assassin groups to eliminate me. They are OneTouch. OneTouch has a good track record of killing so many important personalities in the Indo continent. They don’t fail on their assassination plots. OneTouch gave the assignment to kill me to five different types of groups. Five different types of my pictures were given to each of the groups.

"The reason is because I hate Malik and his family. I will destroy the Twin Axes, just like I destroyed the Black Organization." Arsenio made up his mind while clenching one hand and staring full of anger and vengeance. TRING! The notification screen appeared [NEW QUEST] [Destroy the Twin Axes.] [Reward: 200 million dollars.] [Additional bonus: 100 Action points and 50 Victory Points.] [Five new model weapons. Car and Land.] [Skills and stamina will be added. Your level will increase by two steps.] Arsenio smiled wryly. Seeing that the rewards offered were so extraordinary, his determination to flatten the Twin Axes was getting bigger and more passionate.

“I needed an alibi and a way out of the business scene for good. That doesn’t count. From now on, all my assassinations will be done discreetly.” The seriousness didn’t last long when Nash started chortling at the “d” word. Discreet it is. “Well, do your best. Let’s see how discreet you can be in a dress.” I groaned. Trust Rush and Ignacio not to spoil my plans. Nash would never let me live it down after I’ve done it. I need to be careful not to have my pictures taken wearing one or Nash will pin it up to the wall proudly like a father who received his daughter’s first hand-drawn portrait.