Black Mesa Assassin Novels & Stories

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

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?

It looked devastating and divine at the same time. He felt its considerable heft in his hands, yet it simply didn’t feel right in his grip. “This is a bit much.” He went back to the screen and tapped on a few buttons and filtered out everything but the smart and nimble classes. He scrolled through what was left until he came on Assassin. It looked sleek and deadly, with all-black armor and access to a variety of razor-sharp weapons. Not only that, but the skills and powers it came with sounded pretty awesome and insane. Tornado Attack, Shadowblade, Triple Assassinate… Just their names drew him towards it.

I'm casual with my two assistants but they know better than to cross my boundary. I speed up towards the heart of Milan where Land of Mercy is located, one of the head leaders' base also resides there but Wesley has not touched them making no one to relate what happens in the city to Land of Mercy. The others reside in different corners of Milan. Currently, we have taken down seven head leaders and it remaining eight, I'm really satisfied with the progress of the mission. I soon arrived in front of the land of Mercy Gate, it's a black bulletproof gate that looks intimidating but also beautiful. "Who are you and what is your mission here?" A voice shouted, to others it came from the unknown b

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.

Though the steam and moisture cleared the sand mist, it only heightened everyone's unease. "Only... only one person?!" *stab!* An escort soldier sent to protect the VIP gasped, his voice laced with disbelief, just moments before a swift blade pierced his throat, silencing him forever. Clad in a mysterious dark blue robe and concealed face, the assassin struck with such precision and ferocity that it left the remaining bodyguards and soldiers in a state of shock. The swift and calculated movements executed by this singular figure were solely responsible for neutralizing the trained personnel and the two top AB trainees in the sand maze. Yet, upon being exposed to the open air, they swiftly re