Hidden Assassin 소설 & 이야기

It popped free of its socket and I dropped it into the open bag at my feet. I squinted, the eye scorching light from the other bulbs making the pools of shadow beside us difficult to see. Host-less Shades stayed hidden during the lighter hours, even beneath their violet sky, but that didn't mean you wouldn't come across the occasional desperado, willing to risk everything for a shot at owning human flesh. I dropped the piece of clothing that protected the new bulb into the bag and paused, frozen by the shiver running down my spine. "What's wrong?" Aaron called from the front.

“Claude?’ he said, gripping the younger man’s arm, firm but strong. Claude looked a little disconcerted. Turning to Schwartz, he said, “We’ve… Paddy has… managed to track down…Jana Rudenko.” Dusk fell like a velvet shroud over the ancient stone alleys of Kotor. The sea, just beyond the crumbling rooftops, reflected blood-red streaks of the dying sun. Three assassins moved like shadows through the narrow streets, silent and focused. They were closing in — their prey just ahead, wounded, hidden, vulnerable. They had heard the women run, had been following her, Hila Zaidi and the girl who was the daughter of the dead McLeod. But something felt wrong.

Her sharp blue eyes darted back and forth between the screen and a sheet of paper covered in cryptic notes. The members of Aiden's secret organization, codenamed "The Metaphor," were scattered across the globe, each one living a double life. One moment, they might be a high-ranking executive at a multinational corporation, and the next, they could be a deadly assassin, silently infiltrating a heavily guarded compound. Their identities were as tightly wound as the coils of a watch spring, ready to unleash their hidden talents when called upon.

“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.

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

The estate’s underground war room had been untouched since Dojin Kim’s fiery collapse, but tonight, it pulsed with heat—data feeding in from a source even Jian couldn’t track. Chaewon swept in, still in silk and barefoot, eyes sharp. Jian followed, fully dressed in tactical black, as if his body never forgot how to prepare for war. “What is it?” she demanded. Han looked up from the glowing console. “A name. Hidden deep in the final AI core we thought was wiped during Dojin’s downfall.” Jian frowned. “Another executor?” “No,” Han said grimly. “A hostage.” He tapped the screen. A low-res video played:

Please be prompt. Secretary. Five minutes. Just five minutes to change everything or ruin the month. I rose, smooth my blouse, and took the elevator to the top floor. Executive level hits differently. Glass walls, muted tones, whispered authority. No chaos. And soon, confrontation. The door clicks. Breath catches. Sebastian Hale. Young. Dedicated. Annoyingly handsome. His eyes landed on me the moment I stepped in, then moved on. “I received your email,” he said, tapping his fingers. Piercing gaze, measuring and assessing. “You wanted an advance.”

Aiden snide, breaking the legs of one of Aman's men and piercing his claw on the man's neck, dragging it until the collarbone. The man let out a sharp cry, blood pouring out from his neck like a river, much to Aiden's satisfaction. "And I'm born ginger, you little shit!" Hugo dragged another man of Aman's lackeys by the leg and threw him to a tree ten steps away. The guy groaned from afar, coughing out blood. "What the fuck are you both doing?" Kleaton asked, dumbfounded. "What?!" Hugo and Aiden replied simultaneously, snarling at him.

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.

I hadn't realized but I got his clothes bloody as well. The elevator opened to a floor in which he entered. Walking up to a certain door, he knocked impatiently. Nadia, not too long opened looking at us quite bored. "What the hell happened?" "We need new clothes." He stated as he entered and placed me on the leathered sofa. Sinister paced and ran his hands through his long black hair as Nadia awaited and answer. "Gianmarco Vincelli." Sinister scowled. "What?!" "We had an encounter with his men."