Day Of The Assassin Novels & Stories

it feels like this peace is too fragile, too perfect. I can’t shake the feeling that something is coming. Something bad. THIRD PERSON’S POV Back in the city, in an abandoned garage near the outskirts of town, Camille straps weapons into a black van. Ammunition clips snap into place. Beside her, a man, an assassin, in all black studies a map pinned to the van’s dashboard. Red circles. Coordinates. Timelines. “The cabin is isolated,” the assassin says without looking up. “Minimal visibility. Three exits. One unguarded. We strike soon.”

the assassin paints his gun at the man on the sofa. The man shook his head “You don’t believe me? Then dig the bullet out from your shoulder and cut it open with your dagger. The assassin Frowned, but he did as he was told. Enduring the pain, he dug out the bullet and forcefully cut it open with his dagger. The bullet was spilt up into two parts, and there was a luminous crystal in the middle.

Mayor Johnson couldn't believe his eyes; Jane had finally caught the assassin and it was shocking that it took her only a day. "Once again, I greet everyone present here. My name is Jane and I am handling the assassin's case. I deemed it fit to publicly interrogate the criminal here who has caused pain to everyone in Gold city for sometime now" Jane stated and then turned to face the assassin who had been quiet all the while. "Tell us your full name" Jane asked her first question to him. The assassin looked up at Jane and then at the camera men taking pictures of him. "My name is Carl Anderson and like she rightly indicated, I have been a terrorist all this years in Gold City" he stated with

Amara dove for the gun—fingers brushing the cold metal— A hand clamped around her ankle. She screamed as she was yanked backward across the floor. The assassin flipped her onto her back, his cold eyes inches from hers. “Don’t fight. It will be painless.” A lie. She could hear it in his voice. Before he could strike— **BANG!** A gunshot exploded through the room. The assassin froze. Blood bloomed across his side. He turned. Dante stood behind him. Breathing hard. Bleeding.

He was turned into a weak, limp marionette, dangling from Zayn’s hand. Zayn nonchalantly tossed him to the ground and looked down at him from above. He then asked, “Which club do you belong to?” The lead assassin’s pupils constricted from shock once again upon hearing Zayn’s query. “Who… Who are you?” the assassin stuttered. “Let me guess, you’re from the Order of the Solar Temple?” Zayn asked. The assassins had auras very similar to Shaun Shapiro. The lead assassin’s pupils constricted from even more, apparently confirming that Zayn was right.

Just then, the assassin who was kneeling on the ground had already called the police. He said, “Open Sea Road, #36, Lottie’s Atelier. There’s been a murder. The murderers are still here. Please hurry.” He ended the call as soon as he finished. Charlotte stared at the two dead bodies next to the assassin, then at the assassin again. “Why are you so scared of the Night King?” The assassin lifted his head and looked at her, then lowered his head in dismay.

she put them out under a dryer to dry them before she stuck piled them into her get up and made her way out of her door. She had just made her way down the stairs when she encountered the other assassin a tall slender man with all his head shaved clean, a black eye patch, and a long cross earring dangling from one of his ears. Their eyes met from the distance and they quickly recognized each other. The man gave her an evil smirk revealing golden teeth missed with mental ones, before shooting at her. Poison was quick to dodge the bullets while escaping down the street and the other assassin gave in pursuit. *******

Blood soaked through the bandages faster now, but he forced himself to crawl, one trembling hand after the other, toward the overturned stool in the corner. The assassin advanced slowly, like a predator savoring the moment. “You can’t run, old man. You were marked long ago. Tonight, it ends.” Zev’s trembling hand closed around one leg of the stool. With a desperate growl, he swung it upward just as the assassin loomed close. The wood connected with the attacker’s wrist, knocking the blade just slightly off course. Enough to save his neck. The edge grazed his shoulder instead, reopening a wound, blood dripping hot down his arm.

He looked like a god of war. ​The office door splintered inward with a crash. ​The assassin moved faster than any normal wolf. The killer wore a skin tight black leather suit, a dark hood completely covering his face except for his dead black eyes, and a vibrant green serpent tattoo curled dangerously around his pale neck. He held twin curved daggers in his hands. Thick, glowing green liquid dripped steadily from both sharp blades. ​The assassin lunged forward without making a single sound, and aimed both poisoned blades directly at Zachery's bare chest.

However, she had lost a significant amount of blood and required a transfusion. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you,” he whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from her forehead. “I promise I’ll never let this happen again.” A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. “Come in,” he said without looking up. Maxwell entered, his expression serious. “Good evening, Mr. President,” he greeted. “How is Mrs. Jessica?” “She’s stable,” William replied curtly. “We’ve apprehended the assassin,” Maxwell informed him. “He’s a tough one, but after some… persuasion, he confessed. The person who hired him is Jennifer Holland, a B-list actress.”