Novel & Cerita My Status As An Assassin Light Novel

"Like hell." I try to shift. Can't. Too exhausted from the mating. My wolf won't come. An assassin gets past them. Comes straight for me. Caius intercepts. Takes the blade meant for me. In the stomach. Deep. "No!" I scream. He drops. The assassin raises his blade again. Light explodes from my hands. Pure white. Instinct. Panic. The assassin disintegrates. Just gone. Ash. More assassins. Damon's wolf is taking them down but there are too many.

I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me beg. The assassin hesitated for a fraction of a second, his brow pinching beneath his dark hood. "You do not even cry?" "I have faced monsters far more terrifying than a man hiding behind a piece of cloth," I whispered, my voice coming out raspy and quiet. "Then go join them in the ash," he snarled. He brought the poisoned blade down in a clean, deadly thrust aimed straight at my chest. A blinding flash of golden light tore through the room.

Wrath muttered, “Holy shit he’s hardcore.” And Allistair was now grinning like it was his birthday. Lilith raised an eyebrow, taken aback. Lucifer gestured sharply. “Explain. Now.” Kaelen sighed. Then, with the resignation of someone confessing to forgetting to take the chicken out of the freezer, he said: “I’m… an assassin, name's Crimson.” Tyrel spoke hearing this familiar name. "Oh the famous serial killer they were talking about. And my favorite one. Wow didn't think I'd met you in person."

"C'mon babe, I really took care the demon earlier that's why I wasn't inside." "What are you?" I scoffed. "Assassin." Liam deadpanned and shrugged his shoulders, making Jiroo and Ayu suddenly stop laughing and the rest of the squad gasped. "A what?" I asked again, as if I didn't hear it first. "Assassin." He replied.

(Obviously) More Information: Notorious assassin, ninja, and the founder of Azoukawa Credo in Japan. No photos of her. "Is this all you get? Looks like you’re really getting rusty, huh? What happen to the Orcus I know?” I sigh looking at the piece of paper. He didn’t say anything. “It does, as you say, help a little.” I consoled.

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

“No, scratch that. He isn’t even thinking at all!” Mizuki sighed as he paused in his cleaning, looking at Yuri in the eye. “Yuri, look at it from Ren’s perspective,” he said. “You know what he has gone through. Unlike you and Tohya, he didn’t choose this life. Fate picked it for him. Along with every other.” Yuri growled low in her throat by this point in time, but Mizuki ignored her and continued speaking. “That girl is a Raven’s Gate assassin. How do you know that she didn’t choose this path willingly, and isn’t a spy for them?” Yuri stared at Mizuki with a slightly hurt expression. “She’s just a child—”

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

“I told myself you were safe here. I was wrong.” “Alistair, look at me,” I said, reaching out to touch his arm. He stiffened but didn't pull away. “I’m okay. I’m a bit shaky and my throat feels like a desert, but I’m alive. You didn't do this.” “But I am the reason you are a target,” he responded, his eyes meeting mine. “You are the Consort. My… blood mate. To hurt you is to hurt me.” “Well, mission accomplished, I guess,” I joked, trying to lighten the mood. It was weird seeing him so vulnerable. “But hey, now we know the assassin is sloppy. They didn't do their research well.”

she called out. “I’m fine,” he ground out. “Stay behind me.” The assassin twisted, kicking up a spray of mud as they darted around Kai with inhuman agility. Elise barely had time to throw herself to the side before a blade sliced through the space where her throat had been. Lightning flashed—white, blinding—and for a split second she saw the assassin’s eyes. Hollow. Empty. No hesitation. No emotion. This was no scout. No spy. This was a hunter.