Assassins Dishonored Novels & Stories

They where slowly fading as my eyes flickered slowly shut. "This is troubling. I thought Aspin was a little to gung ho about the Assassins life, but it seems he himself was one after all. Drake will not be pleased to hear about this." I heard the Henchman whisper. I could feel myself being lifted into the air, nothing but a lifeless ragdoll as I felt my body dangle towards the ground.

Shun ask she didn't even care cuz the restaurant the scorpions attack was a top class, with so many golden Assasin's in there. "Luckily mah Lord only 2 golden Assasin's injured, and a good timing was Commander Julie was in there eating.." Butler Shin says, she was even smiling when she heard it 10 to 20 casualties was expected but it's just 2 and yeah they are lucky that her Golden Assassin's Commander was there eating, Commander Julie was her favorite General Commander who is trustworthy and the best of the best Assasin she has, There Assasin army has a rankings and General Commander Julie was on the highest rank.

the assassin states, and then, one by one, he grabs the dead bodies of the soldiers and dumps them in the open sea as if they weigh nothing. Ilya's blood suddenly boils inside of him as he grips the back of the suppressants in his hand, eyes locked on the blood stains. Sharply, he turns and walks over to Valen, who's already lighting up his cigarette. “…you killed all of them.” He tries to hide the anger from his voice, but it's there, and his eyes blaze in rage. There's no point yelling at Theon when the Assassin only takes orders from the alpha. Valen looks at him, then gives a shrug and takes a drag of his cigarette. “They talk too much,”

But the assassin didn’t go down. With inhuman speed, he pivoted, slamming his elbow into Dino’s injured side. Pain seared through him, but he refused to falter. Dino grabbed the man’s head and slammed it against a metal crate. Once. Twice. Blood splattered. The assassin crumpled to the floor. Dino pressed a hand to his side, feeling the warmth of his own blood. Not fatal. But close. No time to waste. He pushed forward. Elena’s Last Stand

She was sure that this dagger had been dipped in poison. “You goddamn bastard! Where’s the cure? Give it to us!” Holly glared at the assassin who hurt Waltz. “Heh, my poison has no cure.” The assassin chuckled coldly. Holly flipped the dagger and swung it towards the assassin, stabbing him on the chest. The wound was merely two inches away from his heart. “Since there’s no cure, then die.” Unexpectedly, the assassin smiled as he looked at Waltz. “To us assassins, failing a mission is no different from death. I’m glad that I will be going down with such a beauty. I won’t be alone.”

“Mercenaries, for lack of a better term. We’re highly trained, and it’s all we knew. The fighting, the killing, but at least now we get to choose who we do it for. We’ve been using our services to help right some of the imbalance that we created.” He seemed to finally be saying the things that were bubbling up inside him. The things that I kept cutting him off from saying. That, or he was trying to throw me off, use a trick to try to gain my trust and confidence. It wouldn’t work. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be a bit more specific.” “Have you heard of The Silent Assassin? He went by many names.” His head shifted so that he looked over his shoulder.

"If you wake up, I'll promise you anything, as long as you're alright." As if she had heard his prayer, Layla's right index finger twitched slightly. However, it was only a slight twitch. Then, she lay motionless once more. … In his study at the Xenos residence, Anson swept a vase to the floor and roared in anger, "You dumb pieces of trash! "You're all useless! So many assassins were sent to kill one person, and yet you all failed! You almost left evidence behind!" "S-sorry, Sir Anson…"

" You think I didn't know that an assassin was sent to kill me? I know the scent of everyone that is working for me in this company but yours is different, who are you!?" Ashley fought to withdraw the hand from her neck but couldn't. She was no match for the alpha. However, her survival instinct kicked in, she tried kicking him at his dick but Frederick eluded her leg and constricted his hand on her neck more. Ashley toiled to breathe. She kicked, and fought, but nothing seemed to be working. She wanted to try one more skill which would work but doing it here would do nothing but convince Frederick more that she was an assassin therefore exposing her secrets and motives.

He then spoke up, "You want to know about Plague, right?" He continued in a hoarse voice, "I once fought with Plague over a business deal. His abilities aren't weaker than mine, but his overall strength isn't as powerful as ours if he's fighting alone. I remember that business deal, I got the target's head to the client before him and obtained the reward money, but he was so mad for being a step late that he killed the target's entire family." Nathan listened silently and didn't interrupt. Anthony continued, "The assassins on the leaderboard aren't just based on their killing skills, but also their undercover skills. Plague does not know my identity, likewise, I have never seen Plague in per

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.