Japanese Assassin Crossword Novels & Stories

Hibiki stammered from where he stood below my window, a rope and grappling hook in his hand. He was in plain clothes rather than a uniform, and his expression… god, it broke my heart. I was waiting for him to turn tail and run as far from me as possible. To realize I’m more than just a yakuza boss’ daughter. I’m the greatest assassin our clan has ever known. I sighed, lifting the mask up a little before jumping down to land a few feet from him.

She had clearly obtained the truth but was still unable to escape the Ares family’s cage and eventually perished there. Grand Old Master Yorks' dark and weary pupils suddenly gleamed brightly as he clutched the armrest of the couch with both hands, saying, “I think I know why the assassin is here.” Jay said, "Oh? Who is it?" Grand Old Master Yorks explained, "Mr. Boye’s descendant." Jay had expected it a long time ago, hence he looked quite calm.

He was turned into a weak, limp marionette, dangling from Zayn’s hand. Zayn nonchalantly tossed him to the ground and looked down at him from above. He then asked, “Which club do you belong to?” The lead assassin’s pupils constricted from shock once again upon hearing Zayn’s query. “Who… Who are you?” the assassin stuttered. “Let me guess, you’re from the Order of the Solar Temple?” Zayn asked. The assassins had auras very similar to Shaun Shapiro. The lead assassin’s pupils constricted from even more, apparently confirming that Zayn was right.

I furrowed my brows at him. “I meant, good that he wasn’t your boyfriend…not that he was a fucking moron that got himself killed.” I tilted my head at him. He ran a hand through his hair. He looked nervous. “Please disregard what I just said.” I scoffed. “Yeah, sure.” “Good.” He let out a breath. “How many people have you taken out?” Most assassins didn’t keep count; after the first few years, they all blended together. But I knew the exact number of people I had taken out for the last decade. “Three hundred and fifty-seven.”

"We need to find a concrete way to protect ourselves and Amara. Right now, we don't fully know what we're up against or who all the players are in this game. But I've been making some discreet inquiries, asking questions carefully to people I trust." He paused, his expression growing darker. "I asked about the markings I saw on the last group of assassins who attacked us—the ones in red. The symbols tattooed on their hands. I had to be very careful about who I asked because I couldn't risk tipping anyone off about where we are or what we know." Gabriel leaned forward in his chair, his full attention on Zayne now. "What did you find out?" "I discovered that they were members of the Tsukuyomi

The man was smoking a thick stick of cigarette, and he let out a puff of smoke, his voice muffled by the mask. "So you are saying that Ophelia Storm isn't faking her amnesia?" The female nodded, clearing her throat. "Yes, Warrior. I had never seen her that afraid, and her husband believes that her attack was because of him." The man stared into the moonlight for a while, and then turned around, taking slow steps towards the female assassin who held her breath. Gently, he lifted the burning cigarette and pushed the butt into her skin, rolling it around slowly. "If you've made a mistake, and the order is exposed because of you, I will kill you, after I take out your weakness in front of you. W

“We live happily ever after.” “An ex-assassin and a vengeful killer?” I asked. “I couldn’t think of anyone more deserving,” he responded.

How can someone who murders a person be capable of the greatest skill of all, healing? Lucien, I need to remember his name instead of just ‘the assassin’ softly knocking on the door late into the night. I sent Kyra to deal with him but even I had to admit he looked immaculate in a crisp white shirt. He was wearing one of Alexanders, but it was stretched to the max over his wider shoulders and muscles.

Miles away, the freezing wind howled through a rusted, abandoned warehouse near the industrial canal. Shinjiro slammed his bloody phone onto a dented oil drum, a massive, unhinged grin stretching across his face. "Boss, what's the word?" his lieutenant stepped forward, lowering his submachine gun. "Did the highway team finish it?" "Victor is dog meat!" Shinjiro laughed hysterically, throwing his head back. The six remaining Tokyo vanguard assassins let out a savage roar, clashing their heavy combat boots against the concrete floor and raising their rifle barrels toward the metal rafters.

A corner of my brow raked up at her proposal, it was almost like a joke, if my connect couldn’t find anything more then there was no chance she will. ‘Fine, the bullet was traced down to a arsenal shop in the east, apparently that particular piece was shipped for a particular man who came in- no particular order and from the looks of it, he is an assassin. His name is quite difficult to trace becuase they neither used card or cash to run a transfer, they’ve been using a digital currency- making everything go into thin air.” She nodded and grabbed her phone and typed something on the screen and after a few seconds there was a bit of silence as her eyes skimmed through the screen.