Masked Assassins Novels & Stories

hinugasan ko ito sa gripo ng lababo Ang damit ko at agad na tumakbo kung san ko iniwan si manuel.Pinunasan ko ang nga dugo sa katawan nya at pinagmasdan ang buong muhka nya.Napaka gwapo ng lalaking to nasisiguro ko ngang kamuhka ko sya pero bakit?bakit sinabi sakin ng investigator ko na nandito sya?!at bat sinabi sakin na nagpunta ng paris si manuel.Pagkatapos ko mahpunas ng mga dugo ay nakita ko ang bakas ng pinamalo sa likod nya.at isang saksak sa kanan na braso at dalawa sa kaliwang braso!Ang akala ko ay ako palang makakagawa sayo ng ganyan na unahan na pla ako.

“Jesus! That kid never runs out of energy, does he?” A chuckle escapes my lips at his amazement. “Connor is definitely in a league of his own.” Declan looks down at his feet then back at me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looks nervous. Licking my lips, I lift my knees to my chest, wrap my arms around them and take a deep breath. “What are you?” I ask the question that has been niggling in the back of my mind since she showed up at the mansion. His brow quirks, but he maintains an even expression. “What do you mean?” Puffing out a breath, I throw back the covers and rise from the bed. “Wow,” I mutter out in disbelief. “Are we really going to play this game, Declan? Well, let me brea

Two masked men entered first — guns drawn, silencers fitted. Amara shot the first between the eyes before he hit the carpet. Luca slashed the second’s throat in one clean motion. More footsteps echoed behind them. They moved like ghosts, slicing through the ambush with feral precision. By the time the lights flickered back on, six men lay dead at their feet. Luca turned to her, chest heaving. “They tried to assassinate us.” “No,” Amara said, blood dripping from her hand. “They tried to silence me.”

They were all dressed in black, with cloth masks covering their faces, leaving only their cold, murderous eyes visible. Carissa had remained vigilant throughout their journey. Even after they had settled in the inn, she never let her guard down. Despite the large number of assassins, she was not caught off guard. Violet protected Kendrick and the other officials while Carissa, Michael, and Travis led their people into battle. Orivenia's guards also joined the fight to fend off the assailants. The assassins were formidable. Their martial arts skills were advanced, their techniques intricate, and their ability to adapt quickly was remarkable.

Even if I assigned men to watch over her, it would prove abortive. The attackers are Crow members and I know the kinds of men and women that Blake Crow made his assassins and his assailants. They were skilled men and women and they don’t make the same mistake thrice, the third was always a success. In this case, I wouldn’t lie, I was scared for Sofia’s life, I was so scared she would eventually be killed.

His eyes were wide with terror. "Who sent you?" I asked. My voice a growl. "Who ordered the hit on the chef?" The rogue did not speak. He looked at me with hate. He brought out a hidden dagger. He cut his own throat before I could stop him. He slumped to the ground. "These are trained assassins.” Cassian said. "They would rather die than spill the truth." He looked at the bodies. "They are professionals. This was not a random attack." "But who would have sent them against Sophie?" I asked.

Then six more, fluid and silent, their bodies encased in black, faces masked, silver blades gleaming like slivers of moonlight. The assassins. ⸻ Zaria stumbled to her feet, heart hammering. Shouts erupted down the corridor. The younger wolves barked warnings. Steel rang against steel. She burst into the hall just in time to see Mara locked in a duel with two assassins. One slashed low; she parried. Another circled, blade catching candlelight. But from behind, a third figure stepped out of the shadows—silent, swift, his blade rising toward Mara’s exposed back.

Because the Executioners Code is actually an assassination task, and the ‘Executioners’ is a designated personnel that would only focused on doing that work alone, without the knowing of their squads mates. To maintain the high success of the mission stays covert, no one must know about it, but in these critical times, sometimes there will be those that come across these operations coincidentally, thus someone need to dirty their hands and kill these eye witness, no matter who is it, no matter what gender, age, or status. As for the Code Options, in these case option 2, these is just the way to cover that murders and the option 2 is to masked these eliminations as it was done by the Guild me

*giggles* After that, I'm going to ki- "Wtf! Bro, stop smiling, it's terrifying." Relax, William, that's your brother. "SHUT UP," I demanded. I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is William Carter, and I am a 36-year-old assassin. Reaper is the codename I use. Many people have motivations for being a spy, assassin, criminal, and so on. However, I became an assassin because of my father. Third-person pov

“What are you so riled about?!” Zach tossed his phone to Malcolm and let him see the video. It was the video at one café inside the mall where one of the two would-be terrorists was immediately killed with a single shot to the head. “She was the sniper!” He confirmed angrily, balling his fists and slammed it on the table angrily. “That woman had led us on trying to pretend that she’s just a good shooter from all the practice she has done. I never did believe her story during those hostage incidents that had happened where she was holding a rifle.”