Assassins Dishonored Novels & Stories

Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin. The short black and white gown that hugged her slim body created a familiar heat inside Antonio. The Don tightly shut his eyes to get rid of the flaming lust inside of him that was beginning to build up. Another body passed through the door with a file in his hand. “What you asked for Don.” The guard spoke, handing over the brown enveloped file containing Alina's background information to his boss. There was a minute silence before Antonio's voice rattled “you see,” he began, raising the papers up. “I just ran a background check on you.”

I cried as I caught the flash of a dagger in the moonlight. The unknown woman slashed the dagger toward Selene, but my mate was faster. Selene dodged the attack, grabbing the woman’s wrist in the process and snapping it. The sickening crack of bone echoing through the night. I watched as Selene slammed her knee into the woman’s chest, leaning to whisper something in her ear before shifting her fingers to claws and tearing the woman’s throat out. “Do you have a death wish or something?” She screeched, turning toward where I sat clutching my side. “You were warned that assassins were coming, and you throw yourself at the first one you see?”

he said and Zach's face darkened. Lord Aston was one of the old demons that hated his guts, he has sent his assassins to kill Zach ones but none of his assassins returned to him, the man panicked and since then he hasn't dared to sent another again, but since then till now without a confrontation from Zach he might be thinking that Zach was oblivious of his attack or didn't know that he was one of the attackers so he planned to play again.

The shame of failing a mission was one thing; being taken apart so easily by a woman stung his pride even more. Breathless, his scowl deepened. He spat out a single question, refusing to yield. “Who the hell are you?" The assassin belatedly realized that nothing about this woman was ordinary. Her mastery of both combat and disguise was on another level entirely. Letting his guard down had been a fatal error, he had paid the price for underestimating her. Bitter humiliation gnawed at him. Losing to a woman stung in a way he couldn't stomach.

The next moment, all of the six assassins that are left including Franco, were hit with daggers straight to their necks. From the shadows where the daggers came from, Rage showed, topless. He then went in front of me as if he is shielding me from the pack of his grandfather. "What are you doing, Rage?!" Richard Black protested. "Didn't you hear what was said earlier? That woman is an assassin! She didn't even deny it so it must be true!" "I know it, Grandpa. I know what she is and I accept her," Rage said firmly but the respect was still evident on his voice.

I guess a part of me is waiting for him to start laughing and tell me that he’s kidding. Taking a deep breath, I rise from the bed and stand before him with an incredulous frown. “Is this a joke, Micah?” Micah’s hands rest on my waist as he pulls me close to his body. “No, Sophia. I’m one hundred percent serious. I work for an organization that sanctions the assassination of men who have committed atrocious crimes against humanity. Men who have gotten away with it because they are rich or are protected by their country’s laws. That man that I’m scared might find out about you and hurt you used to be an assassin.”

Laylia laughed menacingly as they walked by, completely oblivious to my presence. "You are most horrible my lady. I am honored to work by yourside." I couldn't see his face as his back was facing me, but you could hear the smile in their voice as they continued to walk. They where surrounded by men wearking black leather armor. They must be assassins with how many blades where adorned on their belts and holsters. The rumors about Laylia's mom being related to the other two crime lords must be true, otherwise, how else would she get so much support.

she bluntly said. “You two, we’re a team here we should help each other,” Lucia begs Zane and Clarisse. Zane walks in front of the crater made by Lucia, he jumped in and grabs the assassin out. “I’ll take this guy and bring him to somewhere.” Clarisse proceeds to continue picking up the daggers, and when she picked up the last one she sees a symbol. She was shocked to see the name, “Sion Assasins ?” she mumbled. “Sion Assasins? That myth about a group of world refined assassins?” Lucia walks beside Clarisse and see’s the name of the group on the dagger.

“His name and deeds were never recorded and made known to the public. For a period of time, the Inner City was unstable with the political shift in power. As Spencer is a good friend of mine, it wasn’t hard to get a name despite how all records about his existence had been wiped. Your close combat skills from the footage Rion showed me resembled him.” “Is he…?” Janon nodded. “Nash Skinner, the one and only man to be known as a hitman.” I gasped. It was so surreal. “What happened after Arvin got rid of his competition?” Janon shook his head. “Arvin didn’t truly get rid of all his competition. I submitted to him and offered him my services to remain as a member in this corrupted system.” I sco

*TIINK* *TIINK* *THUNK* Three different daggers, same location. Mane was surprised by the accuracy of their strikes, for each tossed dagger struck the same section of his neck, and the last one created a dent in his diamond body. Mane swiftly performed a sweeping kick, forcing the assassins to abandon their pursuit and seek solace in the sky. Then he flipped back up; but there was one who had been lying in wait. Once Mane’s back was presented to him, he struck.