Elf Assassin Novels & Stories

His hands hovered over the screen of the phone as he spent some minutes rethinking his decision to call the man, Gabriel. Gabriel Rossi was an assassin, a highly skilled one at that, who had worked for Marco in the past. Through Marco’s diggings into Alessa, he discovered Alessa and Gabriel were in a foster home together, and they also worked together if that is what you would call it on a hit.

“Get out and don’t come back.” He chuckled, a low, humorless sound. “You think you can stop me, Annalise? A little candlestick against a trained assassin?” Assassin. The word hung heavy in the air, a confirmation of my worst fears. Panic threatened to overwhelm me, but I pushed it down. Fear wouldn’t win this fight. “Maybe not,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady. “But I can certainly make things difficult for you.” And with that, I launched myself at him, the candlestick held high. He blocked the blow with his forearm, the metal clanging against bone. But the surprise attack had its intended effect. He was off balance, momentarily thrown off guard.

She had blacklisted his number, and the only other way to contact her was through her assistant's email which was listed publicly. What could he possibly want? To make her an ally against Xavier? The CIO kept her cool and forwarded the mail to herself, looking up with a professional smile, "Thanks again, I will take care of it." The younger woman heaved a sigh of relief and walked away, leaving her alone. As soon as the door clicked shut, the Luna pushed her finger print into the lower drawer, unlocking it and pulling out her other phone, The one she had been using to receive information as an assassin.

Wrath muttered, “Holy shit he’s hardcore.” And Allistair was now grinning like it was his birthday. Lilith raised an eyebrow, taken aback. Lucifer gestured sharply. “Explain. Now.” Kaelen sighed. Then, with the resignation of someone confessing to forgetting to take the chicken out of the freezer, he said: “I’m… an assassin, name's Crimson.” Tyrel spoke hearing this familiar name. "Oh the famous serial killer they were talking about. And my favorite one. Wow didn't think I'd met you in person."

I will show them what I can do to prove them wrong. "Don't get me wrong with this, Elena. But the forest where the haunt would be held has a lot of traps and is very vast. I don't want you ending up getting—" "You are looking down on me again. May I remind you that I am a first class assasin in the house of Spades, Rage. I have went through the worst training. Traps, not even death scares me at all. So don't say anything like that again as if you are just seeing me as a weak little girl who could do nothing. Because what is the truth? I am an assassin. A serial killer who had killed hundreds of lives. I've been through hell, so don't stop me from participating a simple hunt."

The look on his eyes became deadlier than ever. "She's a girl. The assassin was a. . a woman. And, she was a hired killer always disguised as a runway model. Her name was. ." The sniper coughed blood painfully like talking for so long was requiring too much of his remaining energy. "Her name was. . it was. . Zara. Zara Auclair Lavigne."

“Talk. Or I’ll make sure you wish you had.” The assassin faltered, sweat dripping down his temple. Finally, his resistance broke. “It…It was a girl. From the Academy. She paid us.” Cassian’s jaw tightened. “What girl?” The assassin hesitated, but Kai snarled, baring teeth, and the man’s resolve crumbled. “Elena,” he rasped. “Her name was Elena.” The silence that followed was deafening. Drasa’s stomach dropped, and Cassian’s face twisted with fury. He had suspected Elena’s bitterness, but this…this betrayal was deeper than anything he could have imagined.

In the private room with her, I could see her whole body trembling when I touched her like she hadn’t been touched in years. Just as she was about to press the drink to her lips, my handler, Silas, spoke to me through my AirPods to pause the mission I immediately took the glass from her and poured the contents over my chest, and she thought it was part of the act, not knowing she almost drank herself to her own death. Just in case Silas needed me to complete the job subsequently, I left a card with my number on it and with how harsh her breathing was and the desire in her eyes, I doubted it would go unused

"And by the way, his name is Aidan. He's a tall asshole with green eyes who ran away from his girlfriend and unborn child, just so you know, since you're so interested in younger men so bad." I slung my purse over my shoulders, waved goodbye to Dee, who looked like a proud mother, and to Amelia, who looked embarrassed by her friend's behavior and, with my shoulders straight, I walked out of there.

The worse part was that he hadn't even stopped at just telling Dante to stop messing with his aunt, he even menaced to murder him. "We need to get you out of this city." Nate couldn't help but agree—that was not the avenue he wanted to continue upon this early in a new surrounding. "We need to get out now." "He could kill you, Nate." "I fucking know that Auntie, thanks." He snapped, annoyed that he hadn't been told all these things before even arriving to this city. He had never heard of anyone named Dante Hercules, his name sounded ridiculous anyway. Besides, he never even thought he would come across a mafia member, or an assassin, or a yakuza—honestly, all these terms were way too much fo