Assassins Dishonored Novels & Stories

Mayzie called. “Lock yourself,” Sandro said as Mayzie quickly rushed to the phone and dialed. While Sandro was fighting the man who swung the knife at him, he shot him again but no bleeding. The bastard was very much armored. He threw the vase at him. He grabbed the laundry pole swinging it and twirling it, thrusting the point forward. The assassin was very much staring at the door to his mate. “Don’t come out!” He shouted at Mayzie. But then, his mate opened the door and shot the assassin right in the head with the shotgun. Sandro coughed upon smelling the powder. He froze seeing the head shattered on their unit.

He put his cork back into his pants and smiled at me. “My favorite assassin is back!” He exclaimed and started to clap his hands for me. I laughed at his remark. “It was successful,” I announced. “I never doubted you for a second,” he said as he got on his feet. He was only wearing a pair of shorts. He dropped his wine and walked up to me. “You always make me proud, that’s why I always send you on those types of missions,” Damon said and took my hand. Then he planted a kiss on the back of my hand. “What do you want me to give you this time?” He demanded.

3rd Prince Carlos Relani Devion - he is a well-known battle freak, a bloodthirsty soldier, he is practically the same at the same time not with Felix the most gullible one. Then....... Emperor Cassius Vitalis - Devion - everyone describes him as an ice block, no one can look at him directly, lest their eyes itch just from his cold piercing glimpse. He is a very capable ruler despite being an ice block.

Taskmasters are the group of people who call for the assignments or tasks of each assassin in the association. They are the only ones with authorization to do so and know every phone number of every assassin. “This is your last assignment to approve your resignation. Your assignment is a woman. 24 years old, dangerous because he is an ex-assassin of The association. She killed a Council member so it has to be done no matter what. You will get paid 30 million. Are all the details given by your client clear, assassin?” Answered a deep voice across the line.

The painful memories threatened to bring tears to her eyes but she fought them. She had promised not to shed any tear because of her father anymore. She was now a deadly assassin, one whom her victims feared and dreaded. She could hunt down a man through the ends of the earth no matter how powerful he was and end his life in a matter of seconds– for the right price. She was the Night Shadow…literally. She made her victims cry and not the other way round. And now that she’s a valuable asset, a deadly assassin, her father suddenly wants her back to the family. He has a lot coming if he thinks that’s going to happen.

Assassin S. “Regardless, I pray when we get our freedom, and start building our families, my daughter won't rat me out in that manner,” “There's probably something that made her do it. A driving factor, yeah,” the second remarked. A boy with the letter D. We were offloading our equipment into our lockers, taking everything but our face masks off. “Like what? That's…an unforgiving but bold move,” the third girl commented. Assassin V. I stayed out of their conversation, taking the blades out of every pocket and tossing my bags into the locker. They went on and on, arguing and debating over the topic like there was pay attached to who makes the most reasonable argument.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

He bit his bottom lip, lowering his arms to his sides and glancing towards his palms before asking, "What is it? Y-You...you don't like what you see?" Nate had not spoken yet, gulping when he saw Dante's fingers drop the knife beside him and reach for the next button on his dress shirt. When Nate realized what he was doing, he instinctively leaned downwards, his mind completely pushing away the assassin murderous rumours and all the threats Dante had mentioned, instead reaching for his hands and stopping him from continuing down the placket. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nate pushed his hands away, closing the other buttons as well and hiding the chain back into his shirt.

he sipped his coffee like nothing happened, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. Was that amusement she saw? “Sorry to scare you, sweetheart; it was actually my idea,” the man said, causing Alison to glance in his direction. The man looked so handsome as his hat was no longer on his head but Alison was too angry to care. “ I thought you killed him, you psycho” Alison snapped. “Hey, I'm alive; Name's Tristan, by the way,” he said, but Alison ignored him, waiting for Nicholas's response. Nikola shrugged, unfazed. "That's the problem." You can't prepare for danger if you don't feel it."