God Of Assassins 소설 & 이야기

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

“I’m ordering. And if you fail me, you know what I’ll do.” He does. He’s seen me end men for less. The line clicks. He’s gone. Good. He’ll work. I call the shot. I pace. My lungs burn. Strategy floods in like fire. Weaponaru’s reach isn’t just contracts and polished meetings. No. We built weapons, sold futures, rewrote wars. Every war left fingerprints in my servers, contacts in my network. I log in. My private server, deep under layers no one else can see. My code name: Nemesis.

He agreed without asking for anything in return. "Clear," Denver's voice from the other line. What he meant by "clear" was that he had hacked the Grand Hotel's system and I could walk past the CCTVs that were no longer working. "Thanks. I owe you this one," I spoke softly to him. We can talk through my earing. My left earring is a high-tech microphone so I don't even need to hold a cellphone to talk to him. This is a very safe way to contact the other assassins especially when the mission is not a sole mission but a group.

"You come to help me, don't you? To resurrect my love, Anna?" A deep, resonant chuckle escaped Thanaros, the God of Death. "Yeah, little human," he replied, his voice carrying an otherworldly weight. "I am indeed the God of Death, Thanaros. But the cycle of life and death is not mine to disrupt. I cannot resurrect your dead lover."

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

“You will live five hundred deaths repeatedly, and when you eventually pass on, your soul will not be allowed into Xamnir’s, or Kai’s, plain. You’ll be sent to the firepit as a slave of Raerin, God of the Underworld and father of the Wolf Goddess, Tiarin.” I knew it came with a catch, and why wouldn’t it? This is a powerful weapon and can kill any supernatural creature, even a God. So what exactly did I expect? “I’ll do it; I’ll kill Stefan,” I say, looking over at my brother, who seems shell shocked. “Kon-”

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

“Ali is doing great, but Micah is driving me nuts. He’s like a crazy helicopter father─ always hovering around her. I found him putting foam on the corners of our end tables the other day. He said because he didn’t want Ali bumping into the sharp corners. I told him that she’s only three months old and won't be walking for a while, but he won’t listen.” A genuine chuckle escapes my lips at her perturbed words. I can definitely see Micah doing those things. He’s unquestionably a candidate for an overprotective father. Ever since Sophia found out she was pregnant, he has been super vigilant. I guess considering the business he’s in, he’d have to be. You see, Micah and the others are all Assass