Dishonored Assassination Novels & Stories

Wayne couldn't just accept defeat or let James slip away from him without fighting back,he decided to send assassins to kill Jason and James once and for all. He paid the assassins half of the money they demanded for and promised to pay the rest when they are through with the assassination.The assassins got to Jason's base and entered without getting caught or seen. James was working on his laptop when he heard strange footsteps outside his room,he took his gun and moved to his window to know what's going on.He saw five men dressed in black with sword in their hands entering Jason's quarters.

He sounded exasperated and it was insulting to me. He reached across and pressed something on the armrest of his chair. The screen on the far wall flickered to life. A news broadcast was on. Buston network logo in the corner. The anchor's voice filled the cabin, crisp and professional and devastating. *"—identified as the infamous underground assassin known only as Viper. Sources confirm that the murder of Marcus Thorne, prominent businessman and father of groom Draven Thorne, occurred in the early hours of Sunday morning inside a penthouse suite at the Celestine Grand Hotel—"*

It was a mystery for Dustin. The assassin's words troubled him. He had no idea that Shane was still alive when his men had already killed her. Something was wrong, and he was determined to find out what… through Scarlet Blade. "Where is this Lady S you're talking about?" he asked again. But before the assassin could answer, his head suddenly exploded. “F*ck!” Dustin cursed as blood splattered on his clothes, even on his face, completely drenched from the assassin's exploding head. He glanced at the others who hadn't been questioned yet.

He should have seen that coming for daring to ask a question when Hades hadn’t given orders. “Now that I have everyone’s attention,” Hades stands in the middle so we can all see him—but strangely, his eyes are on me. “The assassin for this job is Viper.” Everyone stills. Blood slowly drains from Jake’s face. I drop to my knees. “Alpha Hades—” “You’ve always been curious about the killers of your parents, right?” He has a small smirk on his face as he stares at me, and I ball my hands into fists. “And you’ve always wanted to be a full member of the Nameless.”

" He reprimanded me and told me to get out of the car as soon as possible. “Ah sorry sir!” I said and immediately got of the car and went back to get inside the driver seat. I instantly started the car and drove away from the hospital parking lot. Unknown POV "Wait, what did you say?! " I pestered him again, hoping to confirm that what I had heard was correct. "The assassin failed to assassinate Mr. Dhruv Ugo Mace, and our assassin was also slain in the operation," he reported to me again. “What?! You said the assassin you hired was the greatest, but instead of executing that jerk, he was the one who died?! " I demanded an explanation for what had occurred aggressively.

Mayzie called. “Lock yourself,” Sandro said as Mayzie quickly rushed to the phone and dialed. While Sandro was fighting the man who swung the knife at him, he shot him again but no bleeding. The bastard was very much armored. He threw the vase at him. He grabbed the laundry pole swinging it and twirling it, thrusting the point forward. The assassin was very much staring at the door to his mate. “Don’t come out!” He shouted at Mayzie. But then, his mate opened the door and shot the assassin right in the head with the shotgun. Sandro coughed upon smelling the powder. He froze seeing the head shattered on their unit.

"But what's more interesting... is your little secret." Damian's expression didn't change, but his muscles tensed. "One year as a ghost," the man continued. "A shadow assassin. One particular mission stood out." He tapped the file. "The minister's fifteen-year-old son. Shot. Dead. Bullet to the forehead." Damian's eyes darkened. "You've got the wrong guy," he said flatly. The second man chuckled. "Oh, Damian." He pulled a tablet from his coat, tapped the screen, and turned it toward him.

he said before turning off the camera and mic and exiting the live feed. For almost a few seconds, the whole neighborhood was silent until Adrastos chose to shatter the stillness. "Christopher Carson's motivation for assassinating our Suicider tonight is just too complex. I can't blame him for being upset with corrupt authorities, since stealing the money of the people for personal gain is really terrible." I nodded in agreement with Adrastos' statement since stealing is a serious offense.

He might not be showing it, but I know he is hiding his disappointment in this turnaround of events. I’m sitting atop of the horse in front of Brother Terrence while we are heading back to the capital. Really? I never thought that the assassin will be dead. Liebert reported that the assassin had a poison hidden in its mouth. Or he hadn’t and there have been a foul play to silence him. This is really tricky. I mean they are really tricky.

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.”