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

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

"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!

“That infamous professional assassin?” “Yeah,” I nodded. It seemed Tynan was more well-known that I thought. “Why should I help you find him?” he sneered and looked down at me. “You can use dark magic and have people like you everywhere. It’ll be easy to find him. I won’t waste my resources to find an unimportant person.” “He would be unimportant if he’s a normal assassin, but he’s not normal anymore,” I told him. “What do you mean?” he asked with narrowed eyes.

“You believe Alessia will destroy the Empires?” “Yes.” The assassin answered without hesitation. “And that justified murder?” Eryx asked. The assassin closed his eyes briefly. “It justified salvation.” Eryx hissed, “You’re insane.” The assassin opened his eyes again—cold, bright, and devoted. “Insanity,” he murmured, “is watching a prophecy bloom and doing nothing.” Priam stepped closer, voice sharpening. “Who else believes this? Who else is part of your ‘cleansing’?”

“Second, I want to kill bastards like the men who put Hugo through so much pain.” He walked up to me, that stupid smirk on his face. “I see... so that's what this is about? Playing heroin?” “Either ways I still get to kill don't I? ,” I said. He was silent for a long moment. Then he walked back to where his blade was. “An Assassin's job is not about playing hero Isabella, it's about wits, and also risking your life.” he said. “Did I mention the bloodlust? You're not strong enough.”

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

Thane said with a stern look. “What else am I supposed to think of her? She is an assassin.” Tracy replied and Thane gave her a look before focusing on the road again. “She is a mother, a hero, a friend, and… “ “An assassin. Stop making it seem like she is good here. She kills people for a living, Thane.” Tracy cut him off and he shook his head. “You can't get it,” Thane muttered. They arrived at the location and pulled over where other cars were parked. As usual, a lot of security shielded the Harts as they got out of their cars.

"They made the cure for you, too. These are the assassins trained to hunt the unwritten. Their blood is made of lead and virus. One scratch from those needles, and your fire will turn into ash. Your story will be deleted forever." The twelve assassins leaped from the roofs, landing in a perfect circle around Rowan and me. They didn't snarl. They didn't breathe. They just raised their green needles, and the red lines on their masks began to pulse in sync with my heartbeat. Damon leaned back against the door, his silent smile widening as he watched his secret weapon close in. He hadn't just brought a knife to a gunfight; he had brought an eraser to a drawing. I raised my spear of light, but th

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.