Novel & Cerita My Status As An Assassin Obviously Exceeds The Heros

"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

“You are doing something. None of this is on you. Just remember, no matter what happens, you did all you could for me.” His expression tightens as he tries to decipher my words. Fuck me if I missed the mark in reassuring him. Me and my big mouth. His hand rises as he gently caresses my cheek with his scarred knuckles. “One way or another, all of us assassins are fucked up, April. This is why we are what we are. You just need to prove to us all that you have the mental stability to do it. For now, promise me that you won’t give up. Promise me.”

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

I yelled back, shaking my head. The idiot has the habit of mentioning the exotic cars we both own. I'm not really proud of it. The organization we work for provided us with them because Lee and I are like the top officials or something. Well, that isn't a total lie. Lee and I are top major assassins in the organization. We all have ranks depending on the number of our successful missions. I have never had a failed mission but Lee has had a failed mission. It's really weird.

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

“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.

Tears pour freely down her eyes, she always thought that the first person who had tried to kill her was evil and dreadful, she had avoided how safe she had felt in that house and how everyone was nice to her, Drexel support at the time in that house had made her forgotten how hard life was to her outside, she had always been a pawn in everyone's story and here she wishes even if she were to die not in those men's hands. "The lady said she is not the one in that picture, " Ava heard a familiar husky deep voice of Drexel. Her heart pounded in its ribcage. She could not tell if it were joy or fear of what will happen when he finds out she was the one that run to them. "Snitchkiller, " one of th

"So, you're here to kill me?" A figure in black materialized in the air. It was a masked assassin who had launched the surprise attack. Chase's eyes narrowed, his killing intent evident as he stared at the assassin. The man was relatively weak, merely a stage-two martial lord. Yet his skill and stealth made him far more formidable than an average warrior. Even Chase, who was now a stage-eight martial lord, would find it challenging to kill this assassin. The assassin said coldly, "I kill only those who deserve it. I don't trouble the innocent."

“Back then, you had the opportunity to take Secret, but you didn’t cherish it. Do you regret it now?” Blair put the pendant around Mable’s neck. “I do regret it a bit, but not for not getting Secret. I regret not cherishing you well enough.” Mable’s lips curled up, and she reopened the photo sent by Solomon. “This brooch is the identification mark of A-level subordinates of Secret. Thus, this assassin must be from Secret. There’s no way Solomon can make him talk!” An A-level assassin meant passing the most rigorous training. Their willpower was far beyond that of an ordinary person. Even if a truth serum was used, it was impossible to force him to talk.

"After this week, it will be two of you going home, rather than one." Everyone stayed still, unsure of what to make of his statement. Having worse odds of staying in the competition wasn’t going to make anyone feel safer. Although, I was sure that was what Juan wanted. For everyone to get anxious, to step out of line, and to do something foolish. Or maybe even turn against each other. "Being an Assasin entails protecting an asset. This can be done in a variety of ways, that cannot be taught. They are instincts that only the best Assassins have," Juan informed us, pacing in front of everyone methodically, taking time to look us each in the eye.