Books With Assassins 소설 & 이야기

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

Lyph~ the soul which resided within the baby's body, was a notorious Killer. Killed thousands of lives, be it corrupted or innocent as it was her job. She was also a weapon smith, but only making weapons for herself, deadly kinds of weapons, many even wished for her to make theirs too, but she refused nonetheless.

“Jesus! That kid never runs out of energy, does he?” A chuckle escapes my lips at his amazement. “Connor is definitely in a league of his own.” Declan looks down at his feet then back at me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looks nervous. Licking my lips, I lift my knees to my chest, wrap my arms around them and take a deep breath. “What are you?” I ask the question that has been niggling in the back of my mind since she showed up at the mansion. His brow quirks, but he maintains an even expression. “What do you mean?” Puffing out a breath, I throw back the covers and rise from the bed. “Wow,” I mutter out in disbelief. “Are we really going to play this game, Declan? Well, let me brea

I could not help but ask. Assassins are also called death squads because of their fierce loyalty. In their books, it is either them or their target would die. There was never a time when an assassin was bought by the other party. Upon hearing my question, Lewis’ eyes twinkled even more like a young boy who was eager to show off, before saying, “Don’t worry. I already caught and tampered their souls.”

Would be use as an evidence. Back then as an assassin, I always made sure I destroy every proof that I have. Every single one of them, I don't ever leave any trail or something that could stand as a weapon against me. I am always careful. There was this particular book that caught my eye, is actually the title that piqued my interest... The book title is, *The kidnapping of five kids.* This is so gross, killing people wasn't enough, he actually... Kidnapped kids! My father is a real psycho.

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

I say in annoyance as I smooth down my hair. He chuckles, “My apologies, now what can I do for what?” “Recently myself and another found ourselves being the targets of someone who seems to be manipulating people in our profession to end each other. I’ve found several cases of double homicides that are just chalked up to nasty cases of self-defence gone bad, but the causes of death in those cases all link up to assassins who all vanished without a trace. Of course, I now know what happened to them. I want to find the son of a bitch who put a target on my back and make him regret it. I figured if anyone would have answers regarding the disappearances of assassins, it would be you… Master,” I s

Storm said as he carefully looked at his surroundings. “Prepare for battle.” “Yes, sir!” Immediately after saying this, Storm said, “Let’s go!” Storm and the other soldiers instantly charged in separate directions. Seeing this, the assassins instantly took action in an organized fashion. Their target seemed to be retrieving the book. Atop the mountains, Adrian watched everything happen as he said to Ivy, “Send in four of your women to assist them.” Ivy understood what Adrian meant and took a deep breath. “I’ll go—”

The prey has been caught; news will probably reach you soon though I smiled as I read the note, then I lit the paper, and I threw it at the bodies of the assassins that were sent to me last night, Two birds with one stone. I sat back down and I continued sipping my tea, it will be a peaceful day soon. While drinking tea and reading a book, I heard a knock on my door, I placed the book on the table. “Come in,” I said, and when the servant came in, he was startled with the ashes scattered on the floor of my room. “What is it?” I asked him as I stared at him, he reverted his attention again as he told me the news I was waiting for.

Another grazed the thigh of a guard who didn’t even flinch. “Where are they?” one shouted. But the answer came not in words, but figures. Clad in shadowed leather, with veils pulled over their faces, the assassins emerged. Swift, agile, relentless. They descended from rafters, slipped from corridors, came through vents and shadows like spirits born of blood. The clash began. Steel to steel. Screams of pain. Roars of defiance. The air turned sharp with the scent of sweat, blood, and burning oil.