Elf Assassin Novels & Stories

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Even so, Aiden's lips curved into a smile. "I would have assassinated you if I had known about your sins earlier, even before you could sit here. I am Princess Seraphina, heir of Auhesraivia, and your treachery has stained the Kingdom. Your disaggregation will not be tolerated any longer, and I will cleanse the filth that your existence has spread." Freeing the sword from its mold from her nearest soldier, she leaped into the air and slashed the traitors' throats.

the King stated. "I agree, we don't know when will he strike again." Fernando admitty. "Wait," Eve said, "father, you said he is a lone hit man, then what about the group of men that is with him?" "Yes, they are with him." Fernando nodded, "But they are a different organization that the culprit must have paid to assist the elf in this assassination." "Since all of those thugs died," Stevan said, "then our only lead to the culprit who paid them to kill us is the elf."

Standing in front of the main server, typing into a control panel, was a woman. Tall. Blonde. Dressed in all black. And when she turned, Ayesha’s breath caught. Elena Vasquez. One of Davos’ top operatives. She smiled. “You’re late.” Leena groaned. “Of course it’s her.” Ayesha’s jaw tightened. “Step away from the console, Elena.” Elena tilted her head. “You really think I’d make it that easy?” Then, the alarm sounded. And the trap snapped shut.

She placed the palms of her hands on his face, down the light stubble that coated his tanned skin. "It's just rumors, stories told in his pack to frighten them all into submission." Isaiah replied, his voice notably stronger. With a small smile that spoke of gentle affection, he removed Mera's hands from her face and placed them against his lips. Once they were no longer touching, that shadow fell back over his eyes and the worry continued to creep in. "There were three who were able to give me some insight, though the details change from person to person. The assassin is a white wolf, one with the ability to resist abilities. Another said she has the ability to steal abilities, but I find t

Upon seeing the assassin's stellar figure, fair-skinned face, charming eyes, and icy temperament, Easton could not help but gulp at how smoking hot that woman was. When Jada saw that the assassin strut in with a sexy gait, she was not happy at all and asked coldly, "Are you sure you hired a proper assassin and not just a woman with a pretty face?" "Of course she's a proper assassin! She's the four stars assassin whose code name is Black Rose!" Edward answered directly. The assassin chuckled. "It appears that this young lady right here doubts my abilities!" She walked over, sat down on a chair, and smiled coldly with an indifferent expression.

The one person you don’t call unless you’re serious. Alessio Rossi. An assassin. An underworld ghost. No one sees him unless they need someone found… or erased. Killian and I, we didn’t get our hands dirty—we had people like Alessio for that. The call was short. I gave him a brief rundown, and we discussed his f*e, which, as usual, was steep. He preferred to do things remotely—photo, location, drop-off. But I wanted to see him. I wanted to be sure it would be done right. No room for mistakes.

“We confirmed it. The Revenant took the contract. The one assassin everyone was terrified of. The one no one sees coming.” I let out a sharp breath and turned away, staring out the window. Moscow glowed beneath us, golden lights hiding rotting bones. “How the hell did he get to him?” I muttered. “That place was a fucking fortress.” “She’s a ghost,” Alek said quietly. “No pattern. No signature. She picks her kills like a god picks storms.” “She?” He nodded. “Her real name’s Amara Voss. Used to work under a few aliases; Russian, Italian, Middle Eastern. Never caught. Never seen. Just bodies and flames in her wake.”

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.