My Status As An Assassin Light Novel Novels & Stories

I shouted and pushed him back as I got to my feet, “You ruined them and as further torture you made Nok their caretaker. They’re down at the barrier struggling to survive and fight because you decided they were better used as tools to shame Nok rather than-” “Ashai,” he was still smiling like I was the one overreacting, “There have been many cases where I’ve been told I needed to be more cruel with my punishments and this was one of those times. Assassins, that’s what they were. A group of ten assassins that were all barely two centuries old. The youngest of them was just a few years older than Garmesh is now. I am fine with people uniting against me. I have every right to be labeled a monst

Keira’s POV I didn’t bother getting dressed after rising from the chair. The assassin’s eyes danced over my naked body while he put on his clothes. It wasn’t hard for me to imagine him still driving his cock into me. As I felt my wetness gathering between my legs again, I forced myself to stop. “Bye,” the assassin said once he was fully dressed. The light suddenly caught his face as he turned, and for a moment, I saw a glint in his eyes that was very familiar. At that point, I could have sworn that I knew him somewhere.

“This is the only piece of truth you spoke in weeks.” He grabs her arm and glares at her. “Who are you?” he demands. “You are not an omega, are you?” Anna pushes him away and stands up. “I read books because I am an assassin and it is my job to hide myself in the midst of my victims’ social circles!” She reasons. “I merely happened to stumble upon the book in one of my many assassinations and it is the last book I read before I was blinded.” Lavi also stands up, not convinced with her logic.

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

“You are doing something. None of this is on you. Just remember, no matter what happens, you did all you could for me.” His expression tightens as he tries to decipher my words. Fuck me if I missed the mark in reassuring him. Me and my big mouth. His hand rises as he gently caresses my cheek with his scarred knuckles. “One way or another, all of us assassins are fucked up, April. This is why we are what we are. You just need to prove to us all that you have the mental stability to do it. For now, promise me that you won’t give up. Promise me.”

The Assassin huffed, walking up the steps like he owned the place. "Who the hell is he?" I asked, sitting with Rowan. Rowan sighed, sitting on the steps while the Assassin's back faded into the distance. "Don't know, don't care. He scared the shit out of me when I walked out of my bathroom and told me what was going on," he chuckled "He's here to help, and that's all that matters. He's stronger than any of us here, and I don't want to get in the way of his mission. You don't mess with his kind. They take oaths to protect the innocent and keep the darkness from invading the worlds, but I'm guessing they are few and far between. I thought they were extinct." Rowan pulled off his shirt, the blo

What’s their problem? "You’re human, aren’t you? Why are you here?" "If you want to become Lunas then you’d better keep me here." I joked. "Though, it’s not like I’m interested." "What are you to him anyway?" I stopped. What am I to Riftan? A slave? A prisoner? An enemy? A toy? Or a friend? "My value is nothing to him. He can lose me all he wants." I replied. "Though, it won’t be pretty. I’m an assassin from Hezel. I got captured."

Anima sounded rather upbeat. "Your rung on the Ladder of Heaven is not high," Estere commented to Anima. "Your outlook is not promising either. Silence is your best option, so exercise it." "Cáel, do you know this woman?" Libra had begun piecing things together - as in - my life was so crazy that women with guns showing up was much too common an occurrence. I thought about 'Yes Honey, she's a member of an 11th century mystic order of Nazri Ismailis assassins. In fact, her people gave us the word assassin'. Telling the truth at this juncture didn't seem wise, so...

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.”

On the yard, Justin successfully curbed the other assassins. Gasping, I met the eyes of my mate who got a big wide grin in his mouth seeing me holding the decapitated head of a rogue wolf assassin. I smiled back thinking to myself that it was all over only to spot another assassin crawling from underneath the shadows, breathing heavily from his wounds while clutching his blade like it’s his lifeline. His eyes met mine, wild and burning with something close to triumph. “You are a traitor! You should be killed now, Mariana Rose.”