Novel & Cerita Best Books About Assassins

So many ways to make it look like tragedy rather than murder. The assassin had been hired by High Lord Cassian Thornwood to eliminate his niece. Make it look like an accident. Leave no trace that led back to the Fae Court. And the Northern Pack Summit...scheduled in just six days...provided the perfect opportunity. Chaos. Politics. Hundreds of wolves gathered in one place. Security stretched thin trying to monitor everyone. The perfect cover for an assassination. The assassin pulled out a small notebook and added today's observations to the growing list:

Before he spoke, he blew out a lot of smoke. “In exchange for your freedom from prison, you will work for our organization as assassins.” “You make us murderers?” Lie asked seriously. “What does assassin mean?” I asked innocently. “Yes. What does assassin mean?” Glendy asked who, like me, knew nothing about such work. “Assassin is someone who kills a famous or important person, usually for political reasons or in exchange for money. In other words, let them make us; murderer, killer, slayer, liquidator,” Lie explained to us.

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

"They made the cure for you, too. These are the assassins trained to hunt the unwritten. Their blood is made of lead and virus. One scratch from those needles, and your fire will turn into ash. Your story will be deleted forever." The twelve assassins leaped from the roofs, landing in a perfect circle around Rowan and me. They didn't snarl. They didn't breathe. They just raised their green needles, and the red lines on their masks began to pulse in sync with my heartbeat. Damon leaned back against the door, his silent smile widening as he watched his secret weapon close in. He hadn't just brought a knife to a gunfight; he had brought an eraser to a drawing. I raised my spear of light, but th