Novel & Cerita Dia The Worlds Finest Assassin

My heart raced, hand gripping the wall behind me. Red eyes stood behind him, a dagger glimmered in the moonlight. The light beam shone across the red eyes figure’s face. It’s lower part of his face covered by a black mask. The Assassin. “And I deserve to return to my prison, where Hades will send me to judgment,” Ir’ak let out a ragged breath. The dagger, once twinkling in the small light from the window, plunged into Ir’ak’s neck. His legs knees dropped into the carpet.

she bluntly said. “You two, we’re a team here we should help each other,” Lucia begs Zane and Clarisse. Zane walks in front of the crater made by Lucia, he jumped in and grabs the assassin out. “I’ll take this guy and bring him to somewhere.” Clarisse proceeds to continue picking up the daggers, and when she picked up the last one she sees a symbol. She was shocked to see the name, “Sion Assasins ?” she mumbled. “Sion Assasins? That myth about a group of world refined assassins?” Lucia walks beside Clarisse and see’s the name of the group on the dagger.

Dania added as she gritted her teeth in frustration. "Dania... calm down," Brenia, who was gripping her right hand, tightly said. "What do you mean calm down?! Didn't you hear what happen?!" Dania shouts in frustration, as she stands up from her kneeling position. Dania has been a fan of the duo assassins since the moment she first heard of their stories and adventures. She tried her hardest not to get extremely excited the moment she heard that, she was going to encounter them for her first mission on the planet Earth.

Past my temper, I was hollowed of opinions of my next move. Alessandro Leone Romano was a beautiful Specimen. Costa Nostra Boss was more breath-taking than he looked in his 'Wanted' shots with his sky-high head price. Momentarily I was frozen for more reasons than one. His warm hands’ captivity, his intoxicating cologne, his imposing rock hard built under my dainty hands, or was it his emerald intense eyes peering into my soul? I couldn’t tell many things like what my surname was or what was his. If he was a wicked whizz, he had me under his charm, and then he chanted something my mind was too far gone in his green abyss to comprehend.

“...the rest of us earned our places as fighters in this war. We’ve earned each other’s respect by having each other’s back. However, I will apologize because I respect you. But you better keep in mind that if he ever steps up to me like that, I’ll cut his fucking throat.” I swallow hard, waiting for the fight to ensue. However, to Hunter and Connor’s dismay, no one refutes Phantom’s words. And by the flush in Hunter’s cheeks, I can see that he understands that. I don’t pretend to know Priest’s world, but I’m assuming that there’s a code between Assassins. And since Hunter and Connor have never killed anyone, they’re probably the odd man out; and they know it. “Fine.” Priest replies evenly.

Leading the expert killers was one that stood the tallest and broadest, yet so agile that the others could not possibly win the battle without him. "we have exactly 2 minutes to gain access to the vault, and a further 2 minutes to get hold of the prize" shifted one of the men. Yet this did not increase any pressure on the leader, he swiftly marked his sword against the neck of his next target and sent him flying across the hall. Blood splattered against the bare walls creating a collage evidencing the massacre. The mission was a success, the prize was in the hands of machitis, the name given to him which meant warrior. He checked the documents which would bring the end of Dimitri, the head o

“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.”

“His track record speaks for itself. He has had over a hundred missions, all against elite targets, and not a single failure. He has even slain a Transcendent Martial King!” Lord Barbenheim felt very confident. “Dustin, I know your strength is remarkable, but even you should tremble before the world’s top assassin!” Jonah was a force Lord Barbenheim had spared no expense to hire. He wanted to make sure that Dustin would not survive this encounter. Jonah was the strongest assassin from Death Hall and the top assassin in the world. Lord Barbenheim was confident that Jonah could eliminate Dustin.

Akash shouted over the noise, reaching for his own weapon. "No," Dante smiled, a cold, Leonard-like smile that reached his eyes. "I’m the one who knows the exit codes." Dante lunged, not for Akash, but for the heavy titanium case. He swung it with all his might, catching the younger man in the temple. As Akash slumped to the floor, Dante grabbed the drive, the eye, and the passport. He scrambled under the closing shutter just as it slammed shut with enough force to crush bone. He ran through the back service tunnels of the bank, his heart hammering against his ribs. He had just declared war on a global syndicate. He was alone in a foreign city. And somewhere, in the shadow of the Alps, a dea

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.