Novel & Cerita Dead Assassin

"And he kept calling me little girlie." Evil Eyes is in the passenger seat examining where I stabbed him to death. He looks at me with respect in those disturbing eyes. "Little girlie, huh? Looks like the joke is on him." Alessandro takes my hand and gently removes the knife. "You just killed Ivan Popov, the deadliest assassin in the Russian mafia."

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.

I gave him a little smile and a wave before turning back to face Delilah, who had a funny look on her face. "What?" I asked, looking at her and then at Bandit, who still had his attention on us. "Nothing," She smirked, stepping onto the sidewalk. "Byeeeee." I stepped back. "Bye." I waved and began walking to the entrance of the club. Bandit nodded at me when I walked past him, and I gave him a polite smile before stepping into the club. I wasn't stupid. I knew Bandit had a huge crush on me. Bandit was a cute guy; he was huge with a buzz cut, and with his dark Italian looks, he was every girl's dream man, but with the news I just got today and Aidan's maddening obsession over me, I was not wi

Damin – POV A knock on the door jolted me awake from my stupor. “Come in.” “We have two bad news,” Dexter said as he walked in. I frowned. “What now?” I didn’t want to sound annoyed but couldn’t help it. It’s been three months, and I haven't been able to sleep or eat, all because of Stella. “Alpha Altair is dead,” Dexter said with a frown. “An assassin from the Night Angel killed him.”

The deadliest assassin in history was reeling under its effect which made everyone try hard to suppress their giggles and before he crumpled dead on the floor, he managed to wiggle out the bot out of his clothes and looked even deadlier with red bloodshot eyes. “Oopsie ! The plan went wrong,” Seris panicked. The assassin let out a loud growl in fury and released all other duplicates, taking the tally to 7 creeps in the room and 1 waiting in the living room. “Fuck !” the group mindlink chorused. “I g-guess we-e a-re g-gonna d-die g-guys,” Damon stuttered through the mindlink. The next moment things happened really quickly. A thunderous ferocious growl boomed throughout the house and before an

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.

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.

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

But she was going to do something that would make her the most wanted criminal in the land of Huskarian. Leanunya snuck past the guards of the castle and sneaked around looking for the man she wanted to kill. She found him, “the king”. She snuck closer to him drawing a black dagger out of its scabbard. When she was close enough she lunged at the man who was talking with another man from their sides. The king didn’t see or do anything until she had already stabbed him in the back. Leanunya cursed silently as she realized she had just barely missed his vital point but smirked in satisfaction as she heard him cry out in pain.

Of average height, but lean, and handsome, with his blonde hair falling across his forehead. But his eyes. They were dead eyes. Grey blue. Hard. Piers flicked a cigarette aside, exhaled smoke. “You’re not taking her. Not tonight.” The lead assassin didn’t speak. He just moved fast. The alley erupted into violence. Muzzle flashes lit up the dusk. The assassins were precise, surgical — trained killers. One of the Don’s men dropped, a crimson arc spraying across the wall behind him. Another took a round to the thigh but didn’t fall — he lunged with a switchblade, slashing at one assassin’s neck, narrowly missing.