Novel & Cerita Hitman: Blood Money Missions

"They've been breached." Before I could respond, a flash of silver light exploded through my mind. A vision. A woman stood beneath a blood-red moon, her hair white as fresh snow, silver markings glowing across her skin. Thousands of wolves surrounded her, some bowed, others attacked. Fire consumed the horizon, mountains crumbled, kingdoms fell, and above them all a voice echoed through the darkness. “When the Moon's Daughter awakens, the forgotten bloodline shall rise. The Alpha shall kneel, the kingdoms shall burn, and death shall walk beside the bond.”

For a moment, Alison thought he might shoot. But then he lowered the gun, his face serious. “Not today.” He hit the man on the head, knocking him out. The forest went quiet, the air heavy with the scent of gunpowder. Nicholas and Luke met up near the SUVs, their expressions serious. “We have to go,” Luke said, nudging one of the dead men to make sure he wasn’t faking. “Backup will be here soon.” Nicholas agreed his mind already on Alison. “I’ll get her.”

Still, he couldn’t remember ever having an enemy in the organization, much less with their boss. “You don’t have any offense against us, but against Black Mamba, you do. Don’t worry, you’ll die soon,” said the man with the Blood Claw tattoo on his back and chest. “Blood Claw,” called his fellow assassin as he entered. “Master ordered that one of the prisoner’s fingers be cut off and sent to his family,” Deadbeat said with a grin—the one who easily grew restless whenever there was no one to kill. Now he was excited because Black Mamba—their master—had finally given them an order.

“My own blood has betrayed us. Raine ‘Blackjack’ Mercer and her lapdog, that ex-military scum Cole Maddox, are traitors. They murdered Lieutenant Marcus in cold blood to cover their tracks. Anyone with information on their whereabouts gets ten grand and my personal favor. Bring them in breathing if you can… but dead works too. Blood demands blood.” The transmission ended with an immediate click. Raine froze beside me, her hand finding mine immediately. Vex was inviting the whole damn underworld to the hunt. And we were already running on fumes.

A feral urge coursed through my veins, and all I wanted to do was rip them all to shreds for what they had done. With my heightened hearing, I caught the slightest shift, and I pounced, moving at a speed I hadn’t imagined was possible, bringing down the first hunter. Not stopping there, I moved again, taking them down one by one, using my fangs and claws. The man I assumed to be their boss began yelling orders. “Go, take her down! Someone take her down!” His voice was filled with anger, and his face turned red. “GET ALL THE SILVER AND WOLFSBANE WE HAVE—ARSENIC, ANYTHING—AND TAKE HER DOWN!”

I said, gesturing to the large roof-to-floor height window, “I built this great empire, I wouldn't mind burning everything and everyone with it to the ground if I'm not providing with the very last bloodline of my murder. I really regret letting someone who shouldn't be here stay. Everyone in the small peaceful family will pay for the deceitful love their foremother showed me. Through the window, they could all see their home burn. Yes, this revenge would thrust like a fresh sweet wine. Cheers to sweet reprisal. “Please master,” One amongst the high howlers who was brave enough spoke, “ Please I beg of you, show mercy on us, we know nothing of how badly our ancestors have treated you,” “That

"We have to go, boss. We're going to be late for the meeting at the docks. Jasper said he has something for you along with the shipment tonight.” I turned to him and smirked. "Good. Let's go." *** "Amon. Good to see you again," Jasper said as he jumped out of his black truck. Jasper was my connection man to all the guns and drugs I could ask for. The Blood Kings have been laundering money, drugs, and guns in this area since I took over part of the Blood Brother's territory. "You have my shipment?" I walked to the back of his truck. "Right here." He removed a black sheet from the wooden box. I picked up one of the black AK-47s and slid my finger across the trigger.

Tyr felt Matthew was annoying, so he answered in irritation, “In a few days, I’ll let you guys have all the fun you want. Plus, didn’t I get Max to give you guys missions from the dark web? Why are you guys still so free?” Matthew chuckled sarcastically and shrugged. “Most of the missions are assassinations. Master, look at my size. I can only be a tank, not a ninja.” Tyr was speechless. Just then, up ahead at the road that splits to Khanh City and Swampville City, there was a sudden crashing sound. The entire car fleet stopped. “What’s going on?” Stephen, who was driving, took up the walkie-talkie and asked the people at the back of the fleet.

The boss smirked at the little kid who desperately tried to stop his own blood from spilling and commanded each of the six individuals to pack up as they all headed out "Don't bother killing the kid. Just leave that orphaned garbage here and let's burn everything down. This boat needs to disappear along with these orphaned traitors. Let the kid share his traitor brother's watery grave." As Michael sat on the waste bags, the boss took off his gloves and threw them in the speedboat that they used, meanwhile revealing the tattoo of a black and red crescent moon on the back of his hand. Michael awaited the group of killers to get in the boat and leave while he tried to press on his wound a littl

Picking him up and tossed him on the wooden benches, breaking them apart. "Don’t you know. Humans are to play with not to keep in as bloody lovers. How the fucking hell you can resist it". Adam moved to stand behind Callum. Bending on him. Sniffing his neck.. "Do you see the pulse here? See its throbbing. Flowing with the blood". Adam scratched a nail on the pulse at the side of his neck drawing blood. "Hmmmmmm. I am high just sniffing it. How would it taste to have the warmth of this blood on my tongue? Wanna try"? Adam challenged as blood was oozing from the wounds.