Re:zero Assassin Novels & Stories

She places the call on speakerphone and we all wait when the click signals whoever it is has answered. “Hello Teagan, how can I help you?” My eyes go wide and I feel excited. I look at momma and she winks at me with a shit-eating grin on her face. “Hello Alessa. I need you help.” She says and I become giddy. The Mother’s Revenge are assassins and helped us get Rebel back. The Mother’s Revenge are fucking legends in both my world and the world of the MC.

A rumor most dismissed… until now. Hugo thought I was delusional. Kelly still hadn’t returned my messages. The pack council was ready to riot. And yet, despite all that, I couldn’t turn her in because my wolf had chosen her. And that... was a problem. --- I pulled up Hugo’s encrypted message. He’d sent it a few hours ago: “Confirmed: female assassin known as Zero. Target list recovered. Your name is at the top.” I closed the file. My jaw tightened, muscles coiled so tight they ached.

Claudia looks concerned, and Eliza smiles and leans in close to explain it better, “Yup, I’m an Assassin. In the Guild, so I only kill the deserving, you’re fine.” Kai laughs and kisses her on the cheek as Ash finishes with the second boot. He stands and helps her to her feet. She walks easily, happy that her balance is still good. She does a couple of test twirls and Ash holds her hips against his. She runs a hand down his side to his hip, and he bites his lip, purring. “Later, I promise.” He nods, grinning.

Ashley stood there with her head bowed. She was still there trying to form something up when a hand yanked her towards the elevator. Immediately they entered the elevator, Frederick shoved her and she slam her back on the wall of the elevator. He then came forward towards her and grabbed her by the neck.. raising her body to his eye level. " You think I didn't know that an assassin was sent to kill me? I know the scent of everyone that is working for me in this company but yours is different, who are you!?"

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.

The man was smoking a thick stick of cigarette, and he let out a puff of smoke, his voice muffled by the mask. "So you are saying that Ophelia Storm isn't faking her amnesia?" The female nodded, clearing her throat. "Yes, Warrior. I had never seen her that afraid, and her husband believes that her attack was because of him." The man stared into the moonlight for a while, and then turned around, taking slow steps towards the female assassin who held her breath. Gently, he lifted the burning cigarette and pushed the butt into her skin, rolling it around slowly. "If you've made a mistake, and the order is exposed because of you, I will kill you, after I take out your weakness in front of you. W

He nodded and immediately dialed Zeth's number on his phone. Zeth Kohaku was our best assassin. He was the kind of person who would finish what he started, come what may, so I needed him for this one. After a day, Arthur came to me to report everything about that asshole. "Oh, you're here," I mumbled while holding a glass of whiskey. It was the weekend, and I was done with all my assignments from the university, and I missed home, so I decided to drink a little tonight—okay, not just a little. "Did you find him?" I walked towards the big glass window of my office and leaned against it.

The light on my skin dimmed from a vibrant, living flame to a dull, bruised orange. Beside me, Rowan let out a sound that wasn't a roar, but a pained groan. His massive, ten-foot frame seemed to sag. The amethyst fire that usually rolled off his fur was being pulled toward the porcelain masks of the assassins, disappearing into the red slits of their eyes. He swung a massive claw at the nearest figure, but the assassin simply leaned back, the movement so precise it looked mechanical. The green needle in the assassin's hand hissed as it cut through the air, leaving a trail of poisonous vapor that made my lungs burn.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.