Icarus Hitman 3 Novels & Stories

Jilly wanted to laugh so hard when she heard that. "Do I wanted to see you? I've been gone for a reason. One and clearly to be away from you. I would never want to see myself as a third wheel anymore. I am so done with you, Isaiah. If I could, I would kill you so I don't have to see your face again." As bitter as she was towards him, she would never kill the man she once loved. Aware of the gun on the back of his head, he needed to be fast to avoid an unwanted fire. He moved his head to the side, so it was away from the gun, and as he did just that, the gun went off.

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

His jaw clenched, eyes blazing with fury. He wasn’t just fighting, he was unleashing. But Icarus… Icarus was smiling. Even while bleeding, even as he took hit after hit. He smiled. Like he was enjoying it. Like it was fun. The world shrank as Max staggered back a few steps, breath ragged. His eyes, glowing with golden lupine light, locked onto Icarus. A heavy silence fell, charged like a storm. Then it happened. Max hunched. Muscles flexed.

The red-haired men howled in pain, struggling and attempting to fight back. Icarus unleashed a brutal assault on one of them, relentlessly pounding him. "You monsters! How could you prey on a pregnant woman!" "What the hell is wrong with you?! It's not like it's your child!" one of the men retorted. "Who said it isn’t?! It's my child!" Icarus roared, increasing the intensity of his blows. He delivered a powerful punch to the head of one of the assailants, rendering him unconscious.

He stopped tapping my cheeks and looked at the man behind him, the man with blue eyes. “She’s a hunter Alarick,” silver guy nodded and looked at me again. “So, did you have a good sleep?” Alarick, the silver guy asked. I groaned and look the other way, just when I am about to close my eyes, Alarick, the silver guy, softly grabbed my chin and controlled it to look at him. Both of them seemed unfazed by my presence and I can only think of one thing; they’ve killed a lot of humans that an alive one doesn’t scare them at all.

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I quickly turned my head to face him, my expression twisted with anger, "Let's get one thing straight, Mr. Mancini. I have zero interest in you, and your arrogant assumption that I do is beyond infuriating. Don't flatter yourself." As soon as my gaze locked with his piercing green eyes, my mind flashed back to the moment he pulled the trigger and ended a life without a hint of remorse. The chilling expression of cruelty and detachment plastered on his face lingered in my memory, haunting me. He was an expert in wearing a façade of normalcy, but I could sense that he was anything but ordinary. He let out a rough laugh, which only fueled my rage. "Is that so?" he said, "I bet you like them mor

The floor and walls were covered with the marks of my struggle. The moment our eyes met, Ean staggered and dropped to his knees in front of me with a thud. He reached out, trembling, wanting to touch me but hesitated. "No, this isn't her. It can't be!" He gasped. "The freezer is abandoned. How could she be frozen stiff?" he said, desperately trying to make sense of it. "We need the surveillance footage. We need to find out what really happened!" he demanded, his voice cracking. He turned his head and saw the bloody handprints on the wall. He stood up, moved to the wall, touched it, and then looked back at me in the corner. My hands were frozen stiff, but still bloody and mangled. All ten of

Third Person's POV Sicario hurries home after such a funeral in the Palace. He had to perform the ritual before the end of the day. Because if he doesn't do it, Elena will never be born again. Only Elena's body died, but her soul did not. Her soul is now locked in a crystal ball. Sicario has to hide it because he believes there is another mage who wants to kill Elena. He just preceded it and was saved from the brink of death. He didn't know what the other mage was up to, because he was the only one assigned to kill the target.

Amaris “Ugh,” I groan as I land on the dark gray mat covering the floor of the gym within the training grounds. “Come on, Princess,” Zach goads, knowing that I absolutely hate that nickname. “If you can’t stay on your feet while fighting me, how do you plan to take on our enemies, or any other threat?” “Fuck you!” I snarl as I flip, landing back on my feet and immediately charging him, launching into a roundhouse kick, barely holding back a laugh as he drops to the floor with a groan of his own.