My Status As An Assassin Obviously Exceeds The Hero's Novels & Stories

“Listen, Hunter, you can’t let guys like Phantom get a rise out of you. It’s not just stupid, but unprofessional.” Hunter’s mouth flattens into a tight line. “I know, man, I know. I’m just so sick of smug assholes like him talking down to me. Just because I’m not a fucking Assassin, it doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t stand with you.” Priest rests his hand on Hunter’s shoulder. “I know, and I would never ask you to be anything but what you are. You’re an amazing tech, and without you, most of us would probably be dead. So, don’t sell yourself short. Being an Assassin is not for everyone. We’ve all given up our souls in exchange for doing what we do. And let me tell you, it’s a hard road to trave

The worse part was that he hadn't even stopped at just telling Dante to stop messing with his aunt, he even menaced to murder him. "We need to get you out of this city." Nate couldn't help but agree—that was not the avenue he wanted to continue upon this early in a new surrounding. "We need to get out now." "He could kill you, Nate." "I fucking know that Auntie, thanks." He snapped, annoyed that he hadn't been told all these things before even arriving to this city. He had never heard of anyone named Dante Hercules, his name sounded ridiculous anyway. Besides, he never even thought he would come across a mafia member, or an assassin, or a yakuza—honestly, all these terms were way too much fo

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

"Since Happy Dust has returned and caused an uproar in my life again. You people are ruining my peaceful time." "Just because you can do magic doesn't mean we can't stop you," the assassin smirked. "The Leader Is much more powerful than you." I scoff. I leaned forward and grabbed the assassin around his neck. "You are determined about your Leader. But that leader of yours. If he wants to kill me, he should send someone who can handle the job instead of an amateur." "You bitch!" I chuckled menacingly and removed my grip from his neck. "Yes, I know. Nothing new there."

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

She always wondered why I couldn’t be more like her. Little did she know that I was not actually an accountant. I was an assassin for hire. I would probably shoot myself if I were an accountant. I needed the adrenaline of going out and potentially dying each and every day. I couldn’t live in a house with a white picket fence. It just wasn’t my style.

It's possible this guy already knows my plan and I’ll no doubt have to take him down before I even get close to Gideon. "There's no way she can find her way back; it's just not possible for a human to track like that.” I have to bite my tongue to keep myself from laughing; the fact that I’m human and not a shifter is making the guy in charge underestimate me and I’m happy for him to do that. Most guys underestimate me and don’t realise their mistake until I have my knife buried in their chest. I’m confident enough in my abilities and training that I don’t feel the need to peacock myself around like most males do when they’re at the top of their field. I understand why I’ve been taken; one as

Against him, The Wraith's past victories meant nothing. The assassin’s grip tightened on his blade. His unnatural hearing picked up Jason's heartbeat—steady, controlled. Not even elevated. As an elite assassin, The Wraith had always thought he was at the top of the food chain. His reflexes were ten times faster than normal humans. His strength could bend steel. But now he wasn't so sure. Compared to Jason, The Wraith was a street-level thug while Jason was a phantom among kings calculated, disciplined, and untouchable. Where The Wraith skulked in shadows for scraps, Jason turned the entire darkness into his hunting ground.

Yes, it's, 'poison skill', from the black snake the last time. I quickly understood the situation. Erick belonged to the rogue's branch, generally characterized by stealth attacks and mainly debuffs. However, the difference between an assassin and his evolution was the power of his attacks. An assassin uses debuffs but a shadow focused on the power of his blows, a shaman would always be more effective than an assassin in the field of debuffs in short, what reason would he have to voluntarily handicap himself if he wanted to be the best in the world? " You see? Now that I also have a debuff, what use are you now? You were useless before but now you're just pathetic.

The diversity of immigrants in American sure had done their menus favor. I wasn’t picky, Assassins were trained to live on the edge, in rags, with crumbs in slums. Status, money, or kindred all melted away when you were on training to be a first-class murderer. This is one of my most exuberant covers so far.