Black Mesa Assassin Novels & Stories

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.

The game had a plethora of characters to choose from: Warrior, Mage, Knight, Healer, and many more. Uji Quin chose the Assassin class once he got into the game, and spectators of the match frowned. The Assassin was capable of killing a player for every 10 steps it took; no one could survive the lethality. With the character’s agility and speed, one move would be able to empty his enemy’s health bar. Perhaps it was over for Charmine. How could she win?

The heavens rumbled above, clouds rolling like dark beasts across the sky. And in the heart of the arena stood Anana. Her eyes were still pure white, glowing like untouched moons. She fought with the brutality of something beyond mortal, something divine and wrathful. One strike was all it took… one hit, and her opponents crumbled as though struck by a thousand invisible fists. Already, three of Mira’s assassins lay broken in the sand. Their bodies twisted grotesquely into shapes that no longer resembled life. Each corpse told a story of violence too brutal to comprehend.

Now he was excited because Black Mamba—their master—had finally given them an order. “You’re excited again. Only cut off one of Rafael’s fingers for now, but tomorrow it’s my turn, alright? Don’t be greedy, he still has many fingers to be cut,” Blood Claw said eagerly. He could already tell Deadbeat was itching to cut their prisoner’s finger. Rafael felt like peeing himself out of extreme fear after hearing the conversation of the two assassins in front of him. His lips trembled when he saw the newly arrived assassin take out his silver knife that gleamed from its sharpness. His whole body was full of tattoos, with the name Deadbeat scattered all over. He seemed delighted as he walked toward

Mathew reported. "Aser?" Cassie called out. "Babe, do you copy?" Aser couldn't have copied because he was deep in the fight. He didn't shift fully so he could use his hand to hold a gun and a claw to tear them apart. He moved faster than the mercenaries could track and would have ripped a man to pieces before they even knew what they were facing. One of the assassins observed that it was Aser doing the most damage, so he yelled for the others to cover him as he put a red laser on him for Target.

He thankfully grabbed her by her waist, stabilizing her. “They’re mad” Richard said from beside me. I nodded, taking a deep breath as I fought to catch it. However, that deep breath moment didn’t last for long when I saw the third and final obstacle of this game. “He has got to be kidding” I said and Richard frowned in confusion before following my gaze. His eyes widened when we saw, assassins, bloody damn, trained, robot assassins.

Blood splattered on the glass, and his limp body hit the ground. “Nice attempt, Maverick, but you and I both know you’re dying,” the assassin said, backing up. My wolf shone through my eyes as I advanced with the blazing silver in my hand. “Then why are you scared?” He swallowed. I swung the blade across his neck, slicing it open. I returned the favour and slammed my boot into his gut, sending him into an oak tree. His eyes flashed bright red like a stop sign, but I advanced anyway. I drove the knife into his gut and slammed his head against the bark.

We reach the corner exit, but a shadow detaches itself from the mist. A man in tactical black, his face hidden behind a ballistic mask. I stumble back, trying to pull Julian away, but a deafening BANG erupts right next to my ear. I scream, clutching my head as the ringing drowns out the world. The assassin in front of us collapses, a hole charred through his chest. I spin around to see a silver-plated sidearm in Mason’s hand. How the hell did he sneak that past the "neutral ground" sensors?