Day Of The Assassin Novels & Stories

The officer hesitated before speaking, looking directly into Nick’s eyes. “There has been another assassination in town, this morning,” Nick ran his hand through his black hair, he had forgotten all about that other case, because of Gonzalez’s case. Now that assassin was at it again, and from the little intel he had gathered. That particular assassin only operated once a week.

By the time I dropped them off at the preschool, I wanted to go home and take a nap, but there were things in the office that required my attention. I showered and changed in my room at the pack house before heading to my office. To my surprise, Zane was seated in front of my desk waiting for me. “Have the bids together already?” I asked. “I figured that would take at least a day.” “No. There were a couple incidents last night. I need to fill you in.” I gestured for him to continue as I took my own seat behind my desk. “That assassin, Marcus, he killed his cellmate last night.”

On the contrary, the fury in his heart was aroused when the Doomsday assassins ordered Baby Zetty to be killed. Like a leopard that had gone mad, he punched and kicked with an earth-shattering strength. One of the Doomsday assassin’s legs broke from his kick. The fierce battle between the two sides was burning with white-hot intensity. The opponent was a man of sacrifice. Finn was bent on avenging President Ares and protecting Baby Zetty, vowing to win. Ultimately, all the Doomsday assassins were knocked to the ground by Finn. However, there were numerous blade marks on Finn’s body.

The grand windows that usually framed endless ocean views were shattered, and the peaceful quiet had been replaced with the sound of gunfire and chaos. AS03, the head of the assassin team, stood amidst the carnage. His expression was impassive as his men executed the remaining guards, their bodies slumped across the marble floors, crimson staining the pristine white tiles. The plan had been simple, get in, take her, and leave no witnesses. But Hazel wasn’t here, and neither was Harden.

His gaze remained on the grave; his promise meant not for her, but for those who came before her. Far away, inside the cold and quiet halls of Page Mansion, the atmosphere was completely different. Damian and Edgar sat in tense silence, waiting for what they believed would be good news, waiting for confirmation that their plan had succeeded. But instead, the doors suddenly burst open, and a man stumbled inside. One of the assassins. His body was covered in blood, his breathing uneven, his strength barely holding on. “They… failed…” he gasped, his voice trembling. “She’s not… normal… Zogo Walton… he’s there…”

(Dead Assassin) One of the assassin that wanted to act gloriously died when a bullet blasted his skull right open. It was a simply like a scene of a fish that jumps out of water and got skewered by a harpoon. “……S.W.A.T unit! Boxed in!!..advance!!!….let no one escape!!..”.(Commissioner Layla)

“So, what’s it gonna be, huh? Three million dollars or your funeral?” He said it like he was asking someone to pick between coffee or tea. The assassin grinned widely, exposing a chipped tooth. “I’ll settle for the money—” Bang! The sound shattered through the room like a plane crash. My ears rang and my heart dropped. I screamed and shoved the bed cover over my head. “Open your eyes, sweetheart,” Denver's voice drawled. My hands shook vigorously as I pulled the cover down. My eyelids fluttered open and I was greeted by the sight of the assassin’s body dropped to the floor like a ragdoll. A pool of blood spread fast across the tiles, staining everything in red.

Dustin’s steps were fast while following his wife. She was looking for a taxi to ride. He felt something strange right now, like something bad was about to happen. “Your highness, we have locked the target,” said the assassin from the tall building. He had many fellow assassins waiting for Rihanna to come out of the Travellers lounge of the Airport. Some were just around watching, while five were scattered at the top of the building, preparing in case the target escaped.

“It’s going to be the same at the end. I’m not a hero. I’m an assassin, a murderer. Even if I succeed in taking down the Parliament, there is no way I’m going to be accepted for what I’ve done. I’ve always known that the day I bring the Parliament down, I will go down with them. In order for a better future that isn’t built on the blood of others, the cycle must end and it ends with me.” Feeling the strain of talking after several days of bed rest, I didn’t register the pain. A loud slap resounding through the room and the ringing in my left ear was enough to stun me. “Stop deluding yourself. Do you think you’re the only one bearing the burden of this? Look carefully! Open your eyes! Aren’t

Every strike, every dodge, every snap of fangs was a declaration: Blackwood would not fall, not today, not to assassins, not to traitors. Finally, with a coordinated lunge, Kade and Lena struck simultaneously, claws and fangs tearing into the master assassin. The cloak fell back, revealing a scarred face, eyes blazing with hatred and disbelief. The assassin’s body crumpled to the stone floor, defeated but alive—barely.