Novel & Cerita Assassins Books

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

I smiled, sitting a cup of coffee before each of them and taking my seat at the table. “Do you really want me dead?” Lizzy asked. “Direct.” I laughed. “I like that in a person. To answer your question, no. I don’t want you dead, I never did.” “Why did momma think you did then?” She demanded. “I can’t answer that for you. She’s the only one that truly knew why she ran. I suspect it’s because her mate was murdered by assassins on orders from King Jonas. It would make sense that she didn’t trust me, maybe even feared me, because I was an assassin myself.” I replied.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on advertising to anyone that my friends’ boyfriends are killers.” “We’re Assassins,” I mutter pointedly. “I can’t tell you much, but what I can say is that we work for a part of the government that is in charge of taking out any threats to our country and its citizens. We mostly accept contracts on otherwise untouchable men.” Sage’s face becomes contemplative as she absorbs the information. To my surprise, she doesn’t run away screaming or insults me. “I...I should go then.” Gripping her forearms, I pull her close. “You know that if you need me, all you have to do is call,” I whisper gently.

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!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Another grazed the thigh of a guard who didn’t even flinch. “Where are they?” one shouted. But the answer came not in words, but figures. Clad in shadowed leather, with veils pulled over their faces, the assassins emerged. Swift, agile, relentless. They descended from rafters, slipped from corridors, came through vents and shadows like spirits born of blood. The clash began. Steel to steel. Screams of pain. Roars of defiance. The air turned sharp with the scent of sweat, blood, and burning oil.

Assassins. I rose, shift ripping through my bones in a heartbeat. Gold seared my vision, claws split from my hands. “Guards!” My roar shook the stone. No answer. Only more blades. They fanned out, circling me with the patience of predators. Not amateurs. Trained. Coordinated. Betrayal, then. The first struck. Fast. Silent. His blade barely cleared its sheath before my claws ripped his chest open, ribs cracking under the blow. Another darted in low. I pivoted, claws hooking under his jaw, tearing his throat in one clean pull. Blood sprayed across the maps, staining neat lines of empires with ruin.

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

“You’re not touching my family.” The assassin lifted his hand. And suddenly the rest of them moved. Fast. Blades flashed. Cassian lunged first. Steel collided with steel. Lucian moved like a shadow beside him. Two assassins fell instantly. I stepped forward and grabbed the closest attacker by the throat. He struggled. I slammed him against the stone wall. “Wrong place,” I growled. “Wrong night.” I threw him into the others. But more rushed forward. Too many. Cassian blocked two strikes and ducked under another.

The familiar scent of aged paper and ink filled my lungs—a welcome home of sorts. Without a specific volume in mind, I figured it would be best to just browse through until I saw something that sounded like it would help. Trailing my fingers along the spines as I looked, the familiar leather a comfort, I stopped on a book titled "A Kingdom from Ash: The Ashbourne Reign." I slid it off the shelf, cradling its weight in my arms as I continued my search. By the time I’d looked over all the shelves, I added three more books to my pile—"A Compendium of Bonding," "The Moon Goddess’s Blessed," and "Vampires: Blood and Legend."

I wished, with a sudden, sharp ache in my chest, that someone would actually look at me like that for real. I dropped my iPad and leaned into the chair, closing my eyes. The assassination attempt on my father earlier that evening had drained the last of my adrenaline I was tired. I was stressed. And more than anything, I was desperate to feel something other than terror. I thought back to the night before. I had been on my way to find Kenneth, fueled by my friends' advice to "attack," to take control, to make him beg. My seduction plan had been interrupted by the alert of my dad’s murder attempt.