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

He pesters me as I struggle with myself to at least be able to wiggle my fingers. I hate him. I hate him so much. No particular reason as to why they want him dead? His words right now are enough reasons. What part made me this unconscious? Was it the hit? Or was it the fact that I cut myself? Was it my blood? I have bled one too many times. Aunt Kitra made sure I never had my trainings easy. “What is an assassin if you cannot fight the same death you have made your job?” He continues to pester me as he increases his pressure on my foot.

I paused as they all bowed in unison in acknowledgement of the vice Lord. "Unlike the normal mafias, we don't need different ranks and rank names. My rules and settings are single, which are: under me is the vice Lord, and under the vice Lord is the one hundred and ninety-nine of you who will be the high-ranking assassins, and under you guys are the two thousand assassins. But remember, I will be picking one of the two thousand assassins to complete you as what I need is complete two hundred Senior assassins under the vice Lord. But don't think that you have been made assassins and your rank can't be stripped from you because if ant if the two thousand assassins were to be stronger than any

A never felt such a strong bloodlust before. Katara wanted to have a normal life, but once an assassin will always be an assassin. Once an enemy targets her, she'll hunt them. Not edited

“Thank you for helping me protect my wife. I owe all of you.” The men vow their heads in acknowledgment before they make their way to their vehicles. Maleah remains quiet on the way home, which worries me a little. I killed men in front of her. I just hope that she can move past this. The life of an Assassin isn’t an easy one.

But he stood up abruptly, like the ground beneath him had caught fire. “It’s late,” he said, voice sharp, clipped. “Time to rest… and I don’t want to give you the wrong idea.” She blinked, dazed. Her body screamed at the sudden distance, her heart thudding with confusion, embarrassment—and longing. “I’m an assassin,” he continued, his tone colder now. “I’m used to this life. I’ve accepted it. I’m not looking for change. I’ll help you. And then… we go our separate ways.”

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.

he says happily. I stare at him gobsmacked. “I’m sorry, you just finished telling me that this guy is the ultimate assassin who has an army of assassins at his beck and call and your response is to what? Pat me on the back and wish me luck?” I spit flippantly.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

Her heart pounded in her chest, her gaze turning to pure adoration as she looked at Ashton. He was like a god. "Kill him! Kill him!" Angry shouts edged with terror rose from the darkness. More and more assassins lunged at Ashton, throwing everything they had into trying to take him down. However, they were only rushing to their deaths. No one could remain standing under that long blade in his hand. Even an SS-ranked expert took only one strike to take out. There was blood everywhere. As time passed, the severed heads on the floor grew in number, while fewer assassins dared to charge Ashton. At long last, none remained who would raise a hand against him.

We don’t have many elderly in the world outside of the Pack; most people are lucky to make it to adulthood, never mind get grey hairs. “You mean me?” I ask him, I can’t keep the joking tone at bay; I’m not where I’m supposed to be. I’m an assassin; I go where I’m needed and move on when I’m done. Gideon asked for my help and because of the kids, I’m happy to give it but once the kids are safe and the Pack is still standing, I plan on moving on.