My Status As An Assassin Obviously Exceeds The Heros Novels & Stories

She placed the palms of her hands on his face, down the light stubble that coated his tanned skin. "It's just rumors, stories told in his pack to frighten them all into submission." Isaiah replied, his voice notably stronger. With a small smile that spoke of gentle affection, he removed Mera's hands from her face and placed them against his lips. Once they were no longer touching, that shadow fell back over his eyes and the worry continued to creep in. "There were three who were able to give me some insight, though the details change from person to person. The assassin is a white wolf, one with the ability to resist abilities. Another said she has the ability to steal abilities, but I find t

Only then would I find true peace. After all, what could possibly be that hard about it? From what Shawn had revealed last night before passing out, this assassin was a legendary professional who used a high-caliber sniper rifle for his missions. The man could sit from a comfortable, mile-long distance on a rooftop and effortlessly gun Elara down in broad daylight, and no one would ever suspect a thing! I hissed. Let me see how that bitch’s precious tech knowledge and cybersecurity empire would save her from a bullet tearing through her skull.

An insult to me and everything I believed and stood for. It was foreign, annoying, and entirely impossible for me. Such a predicament only happened to weak men—and I damn right wasn’t weak I pressed the nozzle deeper into her neck. “I’m not falling for anyone," I snapped, “she’s a mission. Nothing more. When the time comes, I’ll finish it. I’ll off her and walk away without looking back.” It felt like I was talking more to myself than to her.

"Do you think it's that easy? How can I meet someone as legendary as the boss?" "Are you that desperate to meet him? He's the boss of an assassin organization. No matter what you think of him, he's still a bad guy." "What do you even know? There are a lot of mercenary soldiers and assassin organizations in this world. How many of them can climb to the top? Don't you think he's cool? "To think that he owns so many skillful assassins beneath him. He's like the big devil in the movies. Cool!" Her hands clasped together in admiration.

Her back arched into him and his skin on her skin dissolved the thoughts from her head. “Be still!” He snarled. Was it her imagination or was his voice gruffer than it was before? He yanked up the sleeve of her dress and exposed her tattoo. “A spider.” He spat, reviled. Yes, she was. Every assassin in The Den was called a Spider and damn him, she was the best at what she did!

He then spoke up, "You want to know about Plague, right?" He continued in a hoarse voice, "I once fought with Plague over a business deal. His abilities aren't weaker than mine, but his overall strength isn't as powerful as ours if he's fighting alone. I remember that business deal, I got the target's head to the client before him and obtained the reward money, but he was so mad for being a step late that he killed the target's entire family." Nathan listened silently and didn't interrupt. Anthony continued, "The assassins on the leaderboard aren't just based on their killing skills, but also their undercover skills. Plague does not know my identity, likewise, I have never seen Plague in per

Arman immediately went into commander mode. As he thought, that tiny lion wasn’t dick-riding the lion’s name. She was capable enough to fill in the space inside the tribe. [No, you’re not, baby.] Zzup, zzup. Tup! Two of them met the same end as the first one before they were even in a defensive formation. An assassin. She was a talented assassin capable of killing her targets silently, and soundlessly. Where they fuck she was coming from? His dying percentage abruptly shut up to 95%.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

He lost grip on his dagger due to the immense pain. Sheer fear arose in his heart. He didn’t expect this young girl to be such a terrifying being. He himself was an Advanced-Royal rank fighter and one of the top fifty assassins in America. Despite this, he couldn’t even handle one attack from this young girl. “I have to escape!” The assassin was starting to regret not investigating the targets more thoroughly beforehand. He felt scornful towards the other assassin as well. That assassin was in charge of collecting data before the operation. All of them thought that this was just free cash, that capturing the target would be as easy as pie, yet they finally realized that they were up against

“What, you’re gonna talk now?” “Depends on what you ask. There are some things I’m not allowed to say.” The assassin sat down. “Who wants to kill me?” She shook her head. “Dunno.” “You don’t know? Then why did you try and kill me?” “I got the job off the dark web. There are bounties on you all over the world. They’ve all accumulated to ten billion in total.” James rubbed his nose. Was he only worth ten billion? “Who are you? Which power do you belong to? When did this country get assassins like you?” James looked at the assassin. She was extremely powerful, yet she was not vulgar. Her strength was even on par with the 28-nation martial arts gurus.