Black Mesa Assassin Novels & Stories

I ordered, trading rapid blows with the intruder while our swords clashed loudly against each other, "do not stay in here." "I am not leaving you to fight him alone," Mae shouted back, ducking under a flying strike and grabbing a heavy iron inkpot from the table to throw at the back of the assassin's head. The heavy inkpot struck the man squarely between his shoulder blades, causing him to stumble forward with a grunt of surprise, and I took immediate advantage of his lost balance by driving my sword forward in a swift thrust straight to his chest. The assassin let out a sharp gasp, dropping his daggers as blood stained his tunic, and he collapsed onto the floorboards without making another

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.”

He locked his gaze directly on my stomach. "The spark must be extinguished," the assassin rasped, his voice sounding like two heavy stones grinding together. "Before the unborn king rises." "Touch her and I'll gut you!" Maya roared, lunging forward with her dagger! "Maya, NO!" I screamed! The assassin didn't even flinch. With terrifying, speed, he dodged Maya’s strike, grabbed her by the wrist, and slammed her violently against a heavy stone pillar! CRACK!

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.

In a fluid movement, he raised his head and looked straight at me the next moment. I was right. I knew my mind wasn't playing mind game on me. It was him. My sexy stranger from that night. And he was Mr. Marcello.

My bones snapped, breaking painfully bit by bit, the sound of it echoed in my ears and then… Misha took control. She jumped between Alessio and the attacker with a quick leap, and we attacked the assassin directly. My fangs dug deep into the attacker’s hand that he was about to pound into Alessio’s skull. He recoiled as my sudden attack caught him off guard. His grip loosened on Alessio’s throat and his attention turned to me. His large fist grabbed me by my neck and slammed me on the ground. I whimpered in pain, but my claws were out. My paw slashed the man across his face, ripping the cloth and his skin from the neck to the cheek.

James entered the room, leaned on the sofa, and closed his eyes to rest. Soon, someone walked in. He slightly opened his eyes. A tan-skinned man in his 40s dressed in a black coat who looked like he worked on a construction site, often exposed to the sun, walked into the house. “Black Dragon, I’m willing to submit and follow you,” the middle-aged man spoke. James looked at him with a smile. Savage, an SSS-ranked assassin, ranked sixth on the assassin leaderboard. He did not expect the assassins to willingly submit to him so soon.