Japanese Assassin Crossword Novels & Stories

“Indeed. Fujiko is a special forces officer in Japan, and she has the title of ‘Queen Soldier’. She is very strong, but still, she was not even the opponent of the assassins. From this, we know that the Hanyu family must have sent out top assassins. If they didn’t want to kill Fujiko, they must have been planning to kidnap her to threaten me, then.” Takuya very much agreed with Gerald’s words. So, before Gerald had finished his sentence, he quickly said what was on his mind. “The assassins were indeed very strong.” Gerald nodded in agreement.

Yukito said looking at the henchman who is tied up. “Thanks Yuki-ni.” Kazuha said, looking at her school uniform before putting it back on. She then touched the bloodstain cut on it. He even evaded my senses. What kinds of martial arts can even evade my speed? She thought. “That guy is an assassin. And not just any assassin. He’s a Sagemaker.” Xianliang said. “Sagemaker?” Kazuha said.

Groan in pain, the giant assassin tried to stand back up but because of the heavy bulk of the costume, it could not get back up. Breathing hard Yoshiki left the giant bear assassin to its struggle and headed straight for the kitchen, walking up to one of the kitchen drawers, pulling it out he took out the biggest knife inside and closed it as he headed back to the living room, his eyes holding a sinister gleam. Seeing the open door, Yoshiki changed his way a bit and closed the door and locked it, making it impossible for someone to get in or get out. Standing in front of the assassin, Yoshiki dropped onto his knees and brought up the knife he was holding, and put it through the assassin bear

After more beating and torment on him, the assassin finally confessed the sender name when his life was placed on the line. Charles was shocked when the assassin mentioned no one's name but his precious Jasmine. He wondered what would have provoked her to send an assassin after him. "I was sent by Jasmine Williams to kidnap you and torture you until you tell me everything about Mr A and who he truly is, but not to kill you" the assassin confessed on his dying breath. He could not afford to die yet when he had a lot of family responsibilities to attend to. His wife had just given birth to adorable twins, and couldn't take good care of them if he died. If he had known, the person he was sendin

He looks nearly dangerous. As the assassin draws back to try and stab me again, I catch her scent. It’s definitely a female, and there’s a familiar edge to her smell, one I remember smelling just hours ago. It’s not the natural scent of the killer, as assassins always mask their natural scent, to hide who they are. But the scents are sweet and floral, very girly and innocent, and I realize I have smelled them before. On Jessie! The assassin carrie’s Jessie’s scent with them, they must have been around Jessie just recently! If I let this killer win, Jessie could be in danger!

“To my house. I’ll kill you. I should have let her take you. I should have killed you when she left you here.” She. Honor filed that away somewhere underneath the fear, in the part of her that was always observing even when the rest of her was trying to survive. Then she saw the knife. The paring knife from the cutting board, small and ordinary, the one she’d been using on the potatoes ten seconds ago. He had it in his hand and his pupils had gone to pinpoints, which she’d seen before and which meant something in him had crossed a line that the other times hadn’t crossed.

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.

Are you here to welcome us? A young ninja came forward and yelled, "You dumb Huaxia people. Soon you'll be dead." Yamamoto Kusakara waved his hand to make the young ninja step back, and then he said proudly, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Yamamoto Kusakara, a Jonin from Japan. We've been waiting for you here for a long time." "Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!"

When it cleared, the assassin was gone, burned to nothing but ash. Ivy coughed, clutching my arm. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” I lied, though my skin still smoked where the silver had touched. Gemma cursed under her breath. “That wasn’t just a random attack.” “No,” I said, voice low. “That was a message.” Rowan picked up what remained of the assassin’s dagger, a curved blade etched with a symbol we all recognized. Jace’s sigil. Ivy’s hand trembled as she looked at it.

"A terrible sadness has gripped our people for as long as I have been Keeper. I found it lurking in the shadowy corners of my office when I was elevated. I now imagine it haunted my predecessors for some time as well. At least I will pass on knowing the name of our assassin." "The assassin is right here," Fatima spewed her hate at me. "You are correct," Krasimira chuckled. "The assassin is indeed in this room. Its name is A****n. I need a moment, please." She stood and walked to the doors. What she wanted didn't take long at all. "Gun," we heard her request. The magazine fell to the ground. The sole bullet did not follow. Krasimira walked tenderly into the office as if every step tore like f