God Of Assassins Novels & Stories

They had done what no army, no weapon, no magic could achieve: they had turned love into the ultimate weapon, a force that annihilated evil itself. Jaiyana allowed herself a moment to breathe, feeling the dawn warmth on her skin and the fierce heartbeat of her companion beneath her. This was the crescendo she had fought for, the final victory she had earned. The morning light glinted off the Chakram, Vajra Spear, Trident, and her pendant, a signal to the world: the goddess and her tiger were unstoppable.

Zane took command of the infantry—two thousand disciplined, shield-bearing wolves holding the high ground above the beaches, ready to catch whatever survived the bombardment. Isra and Sable managed the massive, layered array of three hundred Firewalls, stationed safely in the deep keep of the sanctuary, ready to swallow the trauma of the war. Kaden and Lyra sat in the highest tower of the sanctuary. They were the eyes. They were the targeting computer. And Elias stood in the center of it all. The twenty-four-year-old boy was the conduit. The bridge. He was holding the combined tension of an industrialized continent. His silver band was no longer glowing; it was burning white-hot, physically

The man stepped aside, allowing Jordan inside. The dimly lit room contained over a dozen men gathered around a coffee table. Every one of them looked fierce and battle-hardened. They were all foreign mercenaries. They had been summoned to Kingsland for one reason. A highly classified mission. To assassinate the God of War. "Boss, how did it go?" "It's settled." "So... we can move in a few days?" "Not yet." Jordan shook his head. "Our orders are only to eliminate the God of War. But information has been tightly sealed. We still don't know who this God of War actually is."

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.

said the Sect Leader. “Do you know the Secret Weapon Technique?” Xiao Long asked. “Hmm? Secret Weapon Technique?” The Sect Leader was confused as he heard a name he had never heard before. Xiao Long smiled and began to explain. The Secret Weapon Technique is a technique commonly used by an assassin. By throwing small objects such as needles, knives, or beads, one can make a surprise attack with high speed that makes the opponent unable to dodge.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

) one thought to himself. "Let the games begin," Eros said before clapping his hands. Men came inside and put bags over each assassin's head before they were dragged inside the arena. He waited until everyone was stationed inside before stepping inside. "Are you sure you won't need a weapon, sir?" one of his men asked. Eros chuckled before crossing his arms and leaning against the door. "The knives I gave the assassins aren't for killing me. They'll need it to defend themselves from me." He popped his knuckles before going inside and the doors closed behind him.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

Sunny gasped slightly, his memory suddenly clicking in all of a sudden as he recalled something about the Old Testament that he’d read up on several years back as part of a school project when he was still a student, before he’d joined Hati, and had became an assassin. “The Jewish and Christian religions forbid the usage of God’s name,” explained Yuri, and both Sunny and Selina paid rapt attention. Even Tohya and Ren both listened attentively. “That is why the Jews call God ‘Lord’.” Selina nodded dumbly to show that she’s listening. “But what do you do when you write it?” Yuri gestured for a pen and paper from her friends, and Ren was quick to hand her a notebook and a pen which he’d taken o

"I am only here to help since I sensed the smell of blood. Forgive me if I have frightened you." Summoning his godly weapon, the thyrsus, would not guarantee his safety from the swiftness of a bow and arrow. Serious wounds and injury would do him no good, even if he's a god, for it'll require him ambrosia, the heavenly food of the gods, for him to recover.