God Of Assassins Novels & Stories

“And why’s that?” “Because they think too small. They kill us for entertainment and money, but I have the power to topple governments. As I continue to build my Syndicate I will have an endless supply of money, connections, and an army of assassins capable of the most unthinkable tasks. I’ll have the power to influence nations throughout the world. I’m not just an assassin, I’m a God, and just like a God I wield the power of life and death in my hands,” he says, forming a fist. “I carefully select assassins such as you to join me in my cause. Imagine having infinite power at your fingertips. The power to be feared the world over,” he says with a maniacal gleam in his eyes. This motherfucker

If she did not lower herself before Kaze, repent her sins and make up for the Whites, then she would end up horribly. Camry and Teresa were so excited that they cried. They knew their son’s name would be cleared soon and justice would be served! They knew it because their son was like a brother to the God of War! “Godfather, what is a God of War? Is it a game? Why are they calling you that?” Brenda looked at Kaze with a curious gaze. The girl’s innocence made the atmosphere lighter. Kaze smiled. “Yeah, God of War is like a game. He’s powerful like superheroes and can protect you from the villains. No one can make us move out of this house.”

I ask. Logan looks at Phoenix before he hands me his tablet. “Phoenix found out with whom dad’s been doing business, and it’s not good, bro. It’s not good at all.” I look at the file before me, and my expression turns to stone. “That fool! What the hell is he bloody thinking? Garland Wells is a fucking domestic terrorist. The tosser is on the goddamn FBI’s most wanted list, for christ’s sake.” Phoenix snorts in reply. “My sentiments exactly, man. In fact, he’s in the Confradia’s top ten target lists too. The only reason that he’s still alive is that none of our Assassins have been able to get close enough to kill him.”

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

*** Sereia's POV *** The God-Slayer Engine was a terrifying anomaly in a world run on magic. As it fully booted in the center of the imperial plaza, my 100% root access threw a series of hollow, empty diagnostic logs across my vision. There were no streams of code to intercept. There were no runic firewalls to dismantle. The machine was a colossal clockwork monolith of pure primordial steel, its massive gears grinding together with a deafening, mechanical roar that shook the very foundation of the capital.

The Hollow Wolf. Real name: Unknown. Abilities: Shadow manipulation. Loyalty: None. Weakness: Divine resonance. Divine resonance? I traced the word and something shifted in me .. that word divine again. Just like my mother said. And that’s when I realized… This assassin hadn’t failed to take Jeremy. He couldn’t. Jeremy, born of me... a descendant of the Moon Goddess. He had touched divinity… and burned. Which meant the next attack wouldn’t be physical. It would be spiritual. Mental. I was preparing to return to my chamber when one of the guards approached me.

“Put your goddamn hands down,” the man declared as he pointed the muzzle of his gun at my nape. I couldn’t notice him approaching. There was no sound of his footsteps or even a rustle when he opened the window of my room. I could have noticed him if he had made even a little sound, but there was none. He caught me off guard. It seems that he is a well-trained assassin, but who sent him anyway? I don’t remember offending anyone.

And then one thought came through clearly above everything else. Nobody knows I am here. Her phone was off. She had switched it off herself. There was a man the world called the War God. It wasn't just a nickname; it was a name earned through years of hard battles. His skills in a fight and his inner strength were beyond anything most people could imagine. His name was so well-known and so feared that just hearing it was often enough to end a conflict before it even started. Alexander Kane. He was thirty years old and stood six feet seven inches tall. He was built like someone who had spent his life doing things that required both great power and careful precision. He had short black hair an

The tall man gritted his teeth and lowered the gun toward Caspian's leg. The others remained still, still aiming their guns at Caspian. If he made any move, they'd pull the trigger without hesitation. However, they had yet to realize that standing in front of them was none other than the Diatoranian God of War! The moment the tall foreigner pulled the trigger, a sudden glint of cold light flashed. A whooshing could be heard! It was followed by the tall man's screams. His hands had been pricked by silver needles. His entire hand throbbed with excruciating pain, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

"See? Even your old man plots against you. He toys with you, dangling the crown like bait. He does not pass it to you because he does not think you are worthy. He thinks you are weak. He thinks you are still a boy while he plays king. Tear it from his weak old hands. Spill his blood if you must." "Luna, we are dying to hear about god's realm," purred Cassandra, "we are all ears." "It was quite creepy. Full of dangerous creatures ready to snack you. Time where goes different, without long sunsets and sunrises. Like darkness and light changed just in a second." "Fascinating," mumbled Amber. "What about Ares? I heard that the God of War is devilishly handsome. Is it true?" Kai's face became pal