Day Of The Assassin Novels & Stories

He asked, but the assassin refused to answer. “I’m going to repeat my question once again. Who sent you here?” But there was still no answer. Darius was starting to lose his patience. In the end, he grabbed the knife and slit the man’s throat, resulting in an instant death. His eyes showed no emotion except for contempt. Once the assassin was dead, he went to search his belongings, including his phone that used fingerprint and retina security, it was troublesome but Darius was used to it. He went through the history and it was only expected that there were almost no traceable numbers in there.

The assassin felt a bone-crunching pain and involuntarily let go of his grip. Hunter quickly put the assassin’s gun into his pocket, rushed into the bathroom, and pushed the assassin into a stall. He closed the door and pulled out a pistol with a silencer, then held it against the assassin's head with one hand. He asked casually, "Who are you? What are you doing here?" "I..." The assassin realized that he was just an imposter who had met a real assassin. He was trembling with fear as he said, "Bro, I'm just following orders! Please don't kill me!"

But as he watched, her face began to blur, her features dissolving into a featureless white mask. The silver brand on my neck suddenly went cold, the light vanishing into a dull gray. High above, inside the Sky-Cage, Dante Moretti let out a hollow, mechanical breath as the final thread snapped. "Nothing," he murmured, his voice sounding like a stranger’s. "Nothing happened on the mountain." High above the earth, the Architect was dead, and the Assassin was born. (Watch out for Chapter 232) 💬 Please add to your library | Drop your Comment/ Reviews | Your Gifts mean so much to me.

Raising the dagger again, they aimed to strike, but she swiftly sidestepped, delivering a powerful knee strike to the assassin's head. The assassin let out a muffled grunt, their vision blurred, and they collapsed unconscious. Tatiana looked at the assassin sprawled on the bed, breathing heavily, her eyes slightly red from the adrenaline. As Tatiana caught a faint whiff of blood in the air, she momentarily felt as if she had been transported back to her own time. Assassination, being assassinated, death... Tatiana clenched her fists tightly, her eyesgrowing red, filled with the urge to confront and kill the assassin.

Arthur sighed in disappointment. Unbeknownst to him, there was an assassin, close to him, waiting for the perfect chance to attack. The assassin was sent by the same mysterious man, who had sent Austin Philips after him, and after Austin Phillips failed he decided to hire another assassin, and of course this assassin was better trained, and he had never failed a mission in his whole life. The sound of footsteps, had Arthur turn to look at who was approaching him. It was Dawn. She was wearing a black, short office skirt and a leather jacket, and her red hair tumbled over her shoulder. In one word she looked hot as always.

"A terrible sadness has gripped our people for as long as I have been Keeper. I found it lurking in the shadowy corners of my office when I was elevated. I now imagine it haunted my predecessors for some time as well. At least I will pass on knowing the name of our assassin." "The assassin is right here," Fatima spewed her hate at me. "You are correct," Krasimira chuckled. "The assassin is indeed in this room. Its name is A****n. I need a moment, please." She stood and walked to the doors. What she wanted didn't take long at all. "Gun," we heard her request. The magazine fell to the ground. The sole bullet did not follow. Krasimira walked tenderly into the office as if every step tore like f

Staring at him more intently, I noticed he was at the hospital earlier today; in fact, he also interrogated me. “What are you doing here at such an ungodly hour?” he asked, despite my lack of response to the former question. "And how did you find the assassin?' his partner added and stood up. “Assassin?” I narrowed my eyebrows, confusingly—what does he mean by assassin? “Yes. This man here is an infamous assassin. He's a pro at killing his target while making it seem like an accident. I'm stunned you manage to track him down, but more overwhelmed that he's dead. Did you…”

I wished, with a sudden, sharp ache in my chest, that someone would actually look at me like that for real. I dropped my iPad and leaned into the chair, closing my eyes. The assassination attempt on my father earlier that evening had drained the last of my adrenaline I was tired. I was stressed. And more than anything, I was desperate to feel something other than terror. I thought back to the night before. I had been on my way to find Kenneth, fueled by my friends' advice to "attack," to take control, to make him beg. My seduction plan had been interrupted by the alert of my dad’s murder attempt.

The look on his eyes became deadlier than ever. "She's a girl. The assassin was a. . a woman. And, she was a hired killer always disguised as a runway model. Her name was. ." The sniper coughed blood painfully like talking for so long was requiring too much of his remaining energy. "Her name was. . it was. . Zara. Zara Auclair Lavigne."

He looked very different from the previous timeline, where he acted like he was God’s gift to the world. When threatened, even vermin fought to survive, much less Luis. He appeared anxious as he tried to get himself out of this predicament. “It was my fault that I arrived late, but Cara has always mistreated Bianca, using her pregnancy as an excuse to do whatever she wanted. Before leaving, she even stole my communication device. I didn’t even know there was an assassination attempt!” My heart skipped a beat when he said this. I gave a bitter laugh. The communication device I had begged for had suddenly become something I had stolen.