Black Mesa Assassin Novels & Stories

Nine smiled, catching sight of me before giving me a glass of water “I should be proud to see that you are still fit despite everything that you have been dealing with” “I was trained by the ancient assassin, what else do you expect?” I winked. Nina laughed, shaking her head at me, I nodded toward the door, shaking my head in question “what’s gotten up his panties?” Nina stayed quiet for a few seconds, nodding at me to follow her. We entered the storage room beside the kitchen and I frowned in confusion, waiting for what she was going to say. Nina barricaded the door before turning to face me, muttering a low chant under her breath “the room is now soundproof, no one can hear what we’re sayi

Ares gave me a small smirk, "that's our cue." We opened the door, revealing the living room which was a mess. The room was filled with people, fighting, shooting each other. Ares and I stepped out and helped his men go rid of the Mexicans. After a few minutes, all of them were dead. Only a few of Ares's men were hurt and they were taken away by the others.

"We need to be taking every precaution. Therefore when they arrive, in the next few hours, upon my signal I want him placed under arrest." Beta Jackson, the biggest man I'd ever seen apart from the assassin Bella was travelling with, nodded with a serious face. It was strange to think this huge beast who could kill a man with one hand had taught me how to dance so gently. He was bearded, tattooed and heavily scarred. Definitely the Beta I trusted to take on Alpha Francis.

"Mission report." With cold glacier eyes, the woman placed a folder towards the man sitting at the front of her. "Oh its done, well that was early." "I know." She simply responded before turning her back towards him and walked towards the door but before she could even get the chance to turn the handle she felt something cold piercing her stomach making it numb, looking down only to find a sword pierced from her back to her front and that's not all the weapon that pierced her was none other than her most beloved weapon which accompanied her from her thousands of massacres.

Screeech! The visor shattered. The assassin shrieked as the overwhelming historical data forced his cybernetic brain to process eighty years of unedited, conflicting timelines all at once. He staggered backward, clutching his head as blue sparks erupted from his helmet seals. Kabir lunged forward, throwing his shoulder into the blinded hunter and sending him crashing out of the shattered second-story window. The assassin fell twenty feet down into the cobblestone street below, his suit short-circuiting violently upon impact.

the lead commander roared, his voice muffled by a black combat mask as he launched forward, his thick arms reaching out to pin me down. "Get your filthy hands off me!" I screamed fiercely, my kickass instincts taking over completely. I didn't cower or beg. Springing off the ground, I dodged his heavy grasp, utilizing my martial arts training to dodge sharply. I slammed my elbow directly into the commander's jaw with a sickening crack, sending him stumbling back over the broken glass. But before I could draw another breath, the other two assassins lunged from the sides, grabbing my wrists and violently yanking my frame backward. I twisted my body mid-air, kicking out wildly, but their superna

Thank God for small mercies. Instead of the frustration I expected, his smile widened, turning dark and wicked. "That's even better." He leaned in, his lips nearly brushing my ear. "A real warrior isn't afraid of a little blood on his sword, Maleeshka. It'll act as natural lube." What the actual fuck? This guy was unreal. I wanted to gag. Instead I gave him the innocent smile I knew he liked, the one that made him think I was harmless. "I’m not comfortable with it. And the cramps are really bad today."

"We are exceptional warriors. In today's world, the only thing that could kill us would be a bullet to the brain. That would not allow us to have the capacity to shift, so we would die of the wound." Liv scrubbed her hands up and down her face. "I think I need a drink." Brodi was out of his chair in an instant. "Of course, Elskling. What would you like? We have tea, juice, coffee…" "Whisky," she answered flatly. Brodi cocked a brow in surprise. "Coming right up!"

As they were heading to the next floor and passed by a room with bright brown wooden doors and a crystal clear glass at the top with well framed with wood, Mer, Sal and Maisie ran into one of the businessman's men, not just one of the men, the one that had shot Amaya. Without much drama, Mer swung the AGM-1 Carbine over her shoulders and rapidly planted three bullets in his heart without thinking. He slumped to the ground and after a few whispers, they came to a decision to drag his body into the room they'd passed for secrecy's sake.

The Messenger’s voice grew louder, filling my skull, drowning out the clash of steel even though I tried to be stubborn. “Jessica will die,” she hissed. “You cannot reach her in time.” I cut one man down, spun, and cut another, but I still couldn’t break through. I couldn't reach Jessica. I hadn't even started to run. My chest tightened as more assassins began to surround me. Then out of nowhere, although not unexpected, Jessica screamed. That was the moment that I had to make the most important decision. I can't gamble with her life. Then, the Messenger of the Dark roared inside my head. Her voice shook me to my bones. “Take my hand or she dies!” “Let me help you save her!”