En Brazos De Un Asesino Novels & Stories

They were moving so fast that my eyes could barely keep up with them. “I have to say, you are better than I had thought you would be.” The attacker hissed and threw a blow. Erdem grabbed his hand and shoved it down, stopping the attack. His counterattack was also repelled, but he refused to release the grip of the assassin's arm. Erdem lifted his arm up and shoved his elbow into his forearm. Erdem attempted a kick while the murderer groaned in agony. But the assassin leapt and removed his arm from his hold.

Hands which luminesced in a defensive green glow. Alazar slid between them, facing the attacker. Shielding her behind him. The stranger plunged the dagger deep. Sinking it into Alazar’s chest just below his collar. Alazareth grunted in pain. Snapping the man’s wrist before his hand shot to clutch the man’s neck. Alazar lurched forward with animal strength. Forcing the assassin, screaming and cradling his flopping wrist, back. Alazar struck him in the chest, and he stumbled back and hit a trunk, slumping against it.

The glare I received made me tighten my grip as I shook my head. Colin, who was watching us this entire time, grinned. “Looks like the little lady here isn’t just for show… If you know what’s good for him, you’ll spend the night with me.” Ignacio looked torn. This wasn’t planned and he seemed to have forgotten that I was a man who trained with a retired hitman to become an assassin. I smiled and gave him a gentle push, urging him to leave. Gritting his teeth, Ignacio glared at Colin who was gloating over Ignacio’s defeat. “I’ll be leaving for the night then, Mr Veneral. Please enjoy your time.”

What they don’t know is that they’re about to become my prey tonight. I crack the door open and find that the brothers are already subduing the girls. One of the brothers is holding one of the girls' face down on the floor as he slams her face and attempts to get her to submit. The girl cries out in pain when he slams her hard. The other brother is biting his girl’s skin leaving bloody mouth prints. The girl whimpers and cries out beneath the gag. Taking the syringe, I wrap my hand around the first brother's mouth and plunge the syringe into his neck. He pulls back in surprise but makes no further sound. Releasing him, I watch with satisfaction as his body slumps on its back, his lifeless ey

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

He returned a grin at the assassin. The assassin was taken aback at the sudden 180-degree change in expression. He suddenly felt a sense of impending doom. He immediately slashed at his victim’s neck but his knife was stopped by something. He looked down and saw his victim holding the blade of the knife tightly with his bare hand. Blood dripped from it but he did not let go. Before the assassin could re-strategize, he felt something strong and sturdy hit him down below. A moment of silence passed.

She could not even recognize these people, but they seemed to know her. "I wasn't sure it was you at first glance today because it was dark when I met you years ago, but the more I look at you, I can tell, it wan no other than you, the famous Big B in the world of Assassins." The guy answered with hatred but with self-control as well. "Why would you want me alive then? Do you want to cut me with your bare hands? Or your blade legs?" Brianna was provoking him intentionally. She had already noticed Tatum was conscious even in his position, laying flat down on the ground.

In the middle was a black-masked assassin with fierce fangs. The six arms were also different. They didn't look like the same, but more like they were casually pieced together. Some were strong, some were withered, and some were as slender as a young girl's. As they raised their hands and feet, the void was constantly shaking, which was daunting. As he walked over, the fiendish demons along the way were constantly killed. Bang! He didn’t care whether the other party was an enemy or a friend, and he came here aggressively.

I said and then I turned around to leave but I bumped into someone. I was shocked and I retreated hurriedly but the person was fast. He reached out to grab my neck and I wasted no time attacking back. I was wrong, this assassin was strong!! Who the hell sent such an assassin to me anyway?! But if I was going to die anyway, I might as well make sure he never lives comfortably again. I cleared my mind and went feral, I was going to take at least one of his limbs with me. The moment he grabbed my neck, I used all the strength I could muster to hit his arm. My left hand hid underneath and my right hand hit above. I used everything I had without holding back and with a crack sound, the arm was sh

Clenching her fist, she delivered a powerful blow to his jaw, forcing his head into an unnatural angle. In just twenty seconds, she swiftly completed her task. Standing up, she examined her handiwork. The assassin lay sprawled on the ground, convulsing, his head twisted at an unnatural angle that restricted blood flow to his brain, denying him the swift death he deserved. It was exactly as she had intended.