Dishonored Assassination Novels & Stories

His eyes shone with mirth, and embarrassment flooded my veins, making my cheeks flame with redness. "What's so funny?" I stepped further until I was standing right in front of his desk, all nervousness evaporating with each step I took, replacing itself with anger. "Why didn't you fucking tell me you were married, Mr. Marcello?" I hissed his name with so much venom. He was a real asshole. Cheaters were the people I could never tolerate the most. As someone who was once at the receiving end of emotional blackmail from a cheater, I suddenly wanted to throw up.

she put them out under a dryer to dry them before she stuck piled them into her get up and made her way out of her door. She had just made her way down the stairs when she encountered the other assassin a tall slender man with all his head shaved clean, a black eye patch, and a long cross earring dangling from one of his ears. Their eyes met from the distance and they quickly recognized each other. The man gave her an evil smirk revealing golden teeth missed with mental ones, before shooting at her. Poison was quick to dodge the bullets while escaping down the street and the other assassin gave in pursuit. *******

Sitting forward in his seat, Priest clears his throat and asks, “You said something happened to separate you and Maleah. What happened?” I take a sip of my drink before I reply. “I had just flown into LA for a meeting with Logan and had barely walked into the office when one of Kazik’s men strode in and shot me. He killed Logan’s assistant and one of his assassins before shooting me in the back and Logan in the shoulder. It was a goddamn nightmare. I was supposed to come back to Maleah, but I didn’t make it.” Priest’s eyes widen with realization. “There was a rumor that you were shot, but when we asked Logan, he said you were out of the country.”

--- Retribution hit soon and cold-bloodedly. It took no longer than two days for Marcus Vale to be caught on various federal charges. The media fell upon him rabidly, reducing his image to shambles with as ferocity with which they'd come after Killian. And whoosh. The man who tried to assassinate them had assassinated someone in return. Killian couldn't help but wonder who had delivered the fatal blow. But maybe it didn't make any difference. Maybe, in the end, justice had its mark.

They hoisted him up, carrying him toward the door. Rashford muttered, “I’ll be leaving too. This has gone too far.” “Go,” Kieran snapped. “All of you can leave.” One by one they left until what remained was Kieran, Alex, me, and the fallen assassins. Kieran’s gaze snapped to the one who had lied on his name. “You,”Kieran lunged. It happened so fast I couldn’t even process it—one second he was across the room, the next his hand was buried in the man’s chest. There was a sound—a sickening, wet crack. The man screamed once, then went silent as Kieran ripped his heart out.

A light scuffle had ensued since Zach was trying to get to her quickly. It was the interruption that Alex had thanked for. Because right behind Zach, Alex saw a tall, dark man following behind holding a gun with a silencer, pointed towards the politician’s head. “Get down!” She yelled immediately. Alex grabbed hold of the congressman’s arm and hardly pulled him down with her on the floor as the shot went off. She immediately grabbed for her gun, releasing the safety pin, and pointing it towards the unknown gunman. She fired three shots and accurately hit him on the chest, killing him instantly.

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.

Jack is the only person in the palace who knows I'm an assassin and that's because dad usually send us out on a mission together. One thing with Jack is that he never gives up on a mission till it's accomplished but I'll be damn if I let him take my victory. I'm not going to let him kill Aris, like I said the prince is mine to kill. I searched around the park, using my eyes to scan everywhere looking for anything out of normal/ordinary. I froze when I saw a hitman's gun at a top building across the street. Oh shit no! He's planning on shooting him.

She simply responded before turning her back towards him and walked towards the door but before she could even get the chance to turn the handle she felt something cold piercing her stomach making it numb, looking down only to find a sword pierced from her back to her front and that's not all the weapon that pierced her was none other than her most beloved weapon which accompanied her from her thousands of massacres. "H-how....did....y-you.....?" She was cut off when the long sword was pushed deeper towards her front making her squirm in the agony of the sudden betrayal. The weapon she owned was a special one, she created it with her own blood and sweat, she filled it with different kinds of

And now only less than then assassins are left standing. One of the assassins took off its mask. It is a middle aged man. A man familiar to me. "El Morte," I said under my breath. It is the name of the guild. And the man who took of his mask is one of their first class assassins, Franco. I know him because we once fought but he escaped when he got severely injured. Didn't know he actually survived that. "Isn't it ironic? Werewolves are very strict when it comes to morality, and yet you are with an assassin from House of Spades?" Franco said playfully as his eyes drifted to me.