Books With Assassins Novels & Stories

lover" was gone; the assassin was back. "Looks like your past just caught up with us," he whispered, his voice dangerously low. "And they didn't come for a chat." The handle of the door began to turn. **************

Nezeira, “What? You mean he has something to do with this chaos?” Kabir, “I am not sure but looks like it.” Nezeira, “Then I must pay him a visit. After of course you tell me the story.” Kabir, “Sure. So….” As Kabir continued with the story, an unknown assassin slashed and killed the guards of Lunaveris’s Sanctum of Ancients, the place where the Book of Uraos was kept.

Before he spoke, he blew out a lot of smoke. “In exchange for your freedom from prison, you will work for our organization as assassins.” “You make us murderers?” Lie asked seriously. “What does assassin mean?” I asked innocently. “Yes. What does assassin mean?” Glendy asked who, like me, knew nothing about such work. “Assassin is someone who kills a famous or important person, usually for political reasons or in exchange for money. In other words, let them make us; murderer, killer, slayer, liquidator,” Lie explained to us.

I readied myself, battle posture and hands already folded. Two minutes later, the notorious gang of assassins, hundred-win kill rate, known for being vicious and blah blah blah, were laying on the floor whining and moaning in pain. That was it. I shook my head as I crouched down to check the pockets of the assassins, whoever hired them must be someone I was very familiar with. As I searched the pocket of the assassins, I came across a moonlit lily, these flowers only grew in the supernatural world.

The darkness provided a cloak for their sinister intentions. Camilla and Styria were engrossed in deciphering a coded message they had discovered earlier. Their focus was shattered when a sudden rustling sound reached their ears. Instinctively, they turned their heads toward the source, their senses heightened. Before they could react, the assassins emerged from the shadows, launching a surprise attack with calculated precision. Overwhelmed by the element of surprise and outnumbered, Camilla and Styria found themselves in a perilous situation. The scribes fought valiantly, using every skill they possessed to defend themselves. However, the assassins seemed to have learned from their previous

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

They keep law books on the second floor mezzanine, which is potentially the darkest and creepiest area of this place. Once I get to the top of the stairs, I glance down at the piece of paper with the title of the book on. Legendary assassins and their downfall. The shelves are all sorted in alphabetical order, so I find L fast and then search through the plethora of books, looking for the one I need. The same creeping sensation that I’m being watched sweeps over me as I glance down onto the ground floor level toward the door, wondering if I wouldn’t have heard someone enter. “What are you looking for?”

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

It’s so juvenile. “I can honestly say I’ve heard nothing about Blacktop,” I say unemotionally. Blacktop is, of course, another assassin, known for killing his victims by running them down. He either makes it look like a simple hit-and-run or sets up a patsy to take the fall. Not the most creative way to kill someone, but it does get the job done. “Well, he won’t be competing this year because he went and got himself killed,” she says in amusement.

Then another silence filled the room before Gab ended the call with a disappointed face. “I am sure they did not find anyone alive,” I said. “Or any dead body in the scene, for that matter,” Almira added. “Does it mean these assassins are undefeatable?” Marco asked. “It’s not that they are undefeatable,” I answered. “It’s that the moment they draw their last breath, their body would whither. Their bones dry up, and as if that is not enough, these bones turn into dust.” “Eh!?” Matt yelped.