Black Mesa Assassin Novels & Stories

He killed a king. “Tell me your name,” I growl. His smile grows. “Tell me yours.” Whoever gives ground first loses, Father says in my mind. I drop the chair back to the ground so he’s sitting upright again. “Kill him, dump the body somewhere the Goddess will never find him.” The assassin chuckles. “Pretty boy’s got some balls. I like that. You can call me Birsha. But you need me too bad to drop me in the ground just yet, so let’s keep playing.”

Ellaine looked beside her and for a moment, she was distracted. Keisha lodges herself forward and kicks her in the face. "Fuck!" she screamed loudly, dropping the gun on the driver's side. Ellaine pushed the corpse away to try and get her gun back but Keisha would not allow it. "By now you probably know I'm an assassin,don't you?" Keisha asked while she was running out of breath. She kicked Ellaine in the face again, slamming her head against the front of the car. "A terrible one," Ellaine answered before grabbing Keisha's foot.

The worse part was that he hadn't even stopped at just telling Dante to stop messing with his aunt, he even menaced to murder him. "We need to get you out of this city." Nate couldn't help but agree—that was not the avenue he wanted to continue upon this early in a new surrounding. "We need to get out now." "He could kill you, Nate." "I fucking know that Auntie, thanks." He snapped, annoyed that he hadn't been told all these things before even arriving to this city. He had never heard of anyone named Dante Hercules, his name sounded ridiculous anyway. Besides, he never even thought he would come across a mafia member, or an assassin, or a yakuza—honestly, all these terms were way too much fo

Zach roared hardly. “I’m not dating, Ashley,” Alex answered instead, ignoring Zach’s question and hard look. She approached her sister calmly and turned to Damon. “This is Damon and we used to work together back in Iraq. I asked him to go through my window when he called me up a few minutes ago. Buck, this is my sister, Ashley.” “I’m please to meet you,” Damon said formally, extending out a hand. Ashley only shook it briefly because Malcolm immediately pulled back the wheelchair. Her eyes traveled towards the take-out food and opened wine bottle on her desk.

Even after Micah rescued me and the new batch of kids from that man and found me a home with his family, it has never stopped. Micah is a badass assassin who works for some secret assassin guild. Of course, I only know this because he was the one that rescued me from that house of horrors. All of the assassins he works with are gorgeous and total bad assess. Seriously, all of the men are beyond gorgeous. I try not to think about it too much because of him. Who is him, you ask? Well, he’s Connor Archer.

Until then my fate is sealed as hitman. The man comes into view as he exits the bathroom and goes to stand at the end of the bed where his playmate for the night awaits him. Here's my chance, a nice clean shot. With one tug of the trigger and my untraceable bullet entered through the right side of his skull and out the left leaving his limp body falling on the hysterical and scared sh*tless young lady wearing nothing but red lingerie. She was screaming to the top of her lungs with fear and confusion closing in on her.

ATK-650 STR-217 DEF-500 DEX-100 Speed-69 AGI-69 Mana-300 INT-60 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Stealth(Disaster) Advanced Vision Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Ambush(Unique) Capture(Mystic) Humanoid Form(Lost Magic) Aura of Fire(Unique) Shadow Blink(Unique)] Well, well, well, I guess the assassin of our team has been found. Your genes are predisposed to assassination, my god! It seems impossible to say no to that after seeing your skillset and stats, so I'd like to know if anyone has any objections.

He extended his hands with the device. Shamira did not see the blow come. All she knew was that Jonas' hands just fell off, the collar still clutched in their grip. Jonas screamed and sunk to his knees. Suddenly, Banshee was standing beside him, looking down on him with complete disgust. She held a sword in one hand, and the parts not coated in Jonas's blood gleamed. Shamira had forgotten about the assassin's Mind Fog aspect that made those around her simply not pay attention to her. "You cannot have her," Banshee said with ice in her voice.

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.

asked Joshua to him. “I’m okay young master, I already found him and hit his two arms. He was injured right now, That assassin used the high advanced technology of weapon. He blocked the signals and ultra light dark that’s why the five trained men mercenaries died instantly without fighting back him.” Then Richard hang up the call.