Black Mesa Assassin Novels & Stories

I shouted and pushed him back as I got to my feet, “You ruined them and as further torture you made Nok their caretaker. They’re down at the barrier struggling to survive and fight because you decided they were better used as tools to shame Nok rather than-” “Ashai,” he was still smiling like I was the one overreacting, “There have been many cases where I’ve been told I needed to be more cruel with my punishments and this was one of those times. Assassins, that’s what they were. A group of ten assassins that were all barely two centuries old. The youngest of them was just a few years older than Garmesh is now. I am fine with people uniting against me. I have every right to be labeled a monst

Amara dove for the gun—fingers brushing the cold metal— A hand clamped around her ankle. She screamed as she was yanked backward across the floor. The assassin flipped her onto her back, his cold eyes inches from hers. “Don’t fight. It will be painless.” A lie. She could hear it in his voice. Before he could strike— **BANG!** A gunshot exploded through the room. The assassin froze. Blood bloomed across his side. He turned. Dante stood behind him. Breathing hard. Bleeding.

His machete came down in a brutal overhead swing, fast and ferocious. But the assassin sidestepped it with a smirk of confidence. Yet, Henry wasn't done. With a cold snort, he suddenly twisted his downward strike into a horizontal slash, catching the assassin off guard. "Damn it!" the assassin hissed, his expression shifting to panic. In the split second he had to react, the assassin raised a dagger in a desperate block. The machete struck, shattering the dagger and sending the assassin flying into the wall. Bones cracked audibly as he collapsed, his arms dangling uselessly.

“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.” He must see the skeptical look on my face because he releases my waist, rubs his fingers across his mouth, then walks over to his headboard and presses some kind of tile. To my shock, the tile glows beneath his palm, like if it’s reading it. The headboard begins to shift until it splits off in opposite directions to reveal some kind of secret roo

Was this man an exception too? While Nash kept the man occupied I crawled over to Rush to see if I could get hold of the communicator he had. Feeling up a man was revolting but beggars can’t choose. If it weren’t for Nash, I would have been dead. “What is it? I’m busy.” “Look at your camera. Nash is fighting a highly skilled unknown attacker. I let Sable escape to contact Ignacio but I don’t think she’s reached him yet. Rush is out cold and I need help to identify the assailant. He’s on par with Nash.”

I tapped his shoulder. He hesitated. “I just want to go play with something.” I said. He set me down and I limped over to the wall of knives and picked up a multicolored butterfly knife. I flipped it around, opening and closing it between my hands. “I need a new one of these. My old one is loose.” I flipped it closed and looked at Malachi, he was just staring at me in amazement. “What?” “I just forgot that you are a trained assassin. That’s all.”

I’m not technically her rider, but I am her mate, and so I had done what I could do to show her that she’s mine, no matter what. When I had stripped her down, I’d seen the burn marks, the bruises. I didn’t say anything to her and I didn’t say anything to Avani when we found the dead witch and warlock beheaded the next day, but I’m pretty sure I’ve found my assassin. It’s my mate.

“Thank you for helping me protect my wife. I owe all of you.” The men vow their heads in acknowledgment before they make their way to their vehicles. Maleah remains quiet on the way home, which worries me a little. I killed men in front of her. I just hope that she can move past this. The life of an Assassin isn’t an easy one.

“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.

“ You have ten seconds to explain what you are doing here unless I pull the trigger” The man slowly pulled down his hood revealing his handsome face and piercing green eyes. He resembled more of a hunter than a threat. “Name's Mason; I own this Cabin.” The man stared at them, confused. Luke looked a bit surprised, and Nicholas glanced at Luke, expecting an explanation, although he didn't lower his aim at Mason. “ No offense, man, but I thought you were dead a long time ago; I haven't seen you since,” Luke said after recovering from his surprise.