Re:zero Assassin Novels & Stories

“Jesus! That kid never runs out of energy, does he?” A chuckle escapes my lips at his amazement. “Connor is definitely in a league of his own.” Declan looks down at his feet then back at me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looks nervous. Licking my lips, I lift my knees to my chest, wrap my arms around them and take a deep breath. “What are you?” I ask the question that has been niggling in the back of my mind since she showed up at the mansion. His brow quirks, but he maintains an even expression. “What do you mean?” Puffing out a breath, I throw back the covers and rise from the bed. “Wow,” I mutter out in disbelief. “Are we really going to play this game, Declan? Well, let me brea

Somewhere north of it, in a shooting lodge in Sutherland, nine people who were told what they were before they had to carry it are asleep in a building named after a room in Aberdeen. And under all of it, in a channel she can no longer hear, something very old is going about its business, in no particular hurry, waiting for a door that has opened four times before. "Quiet," she says. "It feels quiet." She picks up her glass. "I'm going to need about ten years to get used to it," she says, "and I'd like to spend them here." END OF BLOODLINE ZERO

The man who once lived for my breath was now the predator stalking it, his every movement a jagged, lethal promise of my end. We were on the open observation deck of the Spire’s flagship, suspended thousands of feet above the burning Iron Shore. The wind howled around us, tearing at my silk gown and the Sovereign tactical gear that now encased his body. Dante moved with a sickening, mechanical grace, his obsidian arm glowing a sterile, blinding white. He was "Assassin 01," a ghost with no name and no mercy.

"My hands are cramping. The slicing mini-games on their comms network were insane, but we did it. Flawless run." Ren lowered his sniper rifle, a profound wave of relief and satisfaction washing over him. The map was clear. The money was theirs. "Perfect execution, Squad Zero," Ren said, allowing himself to bask in the victory. "Log out. Let's go celebrate." Ren reached up to his neck and hit the physical release button. Hiss. The dark, stormy digital world vanished, replaced instantly by the soft, warm ambient light of the Sector 3 immersion room. The pod opened. Ren sat up, pulling the helmet off his sweating brow. He felt lighter than air.

The only sound was the faint, haunting hum of the lure and the thrum of Kairi’s waiting wards. It happened without warning. There was no displacement of air, no shimmer of light. One moment, the space before the lure was empty. The next, the assassin was there. Identical to the first: matte-black, light-eating armor, featureless helm, and in its hand, the shard of void-blade. It didn’t hesitate. It lunged at the shimmering doppelgänger, the blade thrusting forward to erase the phantom heart. “Now, Sze!” Kairi’s command was a whip-crack in my mind.

The assassin’s head jerked toward the door, calculating. Zev saw the hesitation and used it. With the last of his strength, he hurled the scalpel. It cut across the assassin’s mask, ripping through fabric and grazing his cheek. The man snarled in rage, but the damage was done. His anonymity was partially broken. Footsteps neared. The assassin’s body tensed, making his decision in an instant. “Another time, Zev. Pray you last until then.” He darted toward the window, slashing it open with a swift stroke, shards raining onto the floor. In seconds, he vanished into the night, swallowed by the darkness beyond.

The grand windows that usually framed endless ocean views were shattered, and the peaceful quiet had been replaced with the sound of gunfire and chaos. AS03, the head of the assassin team, stood amidst the carnage. His expression was impassive as his men executed the remaining guards, their bodies slumped across the marble floors, crimson staining the pristine white tiles. The plan had been simple, get in, take her, and leave no witnesses. But Hazel wasn’t here, and neither was Harden.

3rd Prince Carlos Relani Devion - he is a well-known battle freak, a bloodthirsty soldier, he is practically the same at the same time not with Felix the most gullible one. Then....... Emperor Cassius Vitalis - Devion - everyone describes him as an ice block, no one can look at him directly, lest their eyes itch just from his cold piercing glimpse. He is a very capable ruler despite being an ice block.

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

I have to deal with this also as if I don't have enough on my plate right now, Ammy Watson is the very first wolf Assassin; she was exceptional at her training and was the very first wolf sent on a mission; she had the number one branded in all her stuff. She went on numerous missions before I was ever ready to join her in the fields. We slowly became close, since I was the second wolf assassin. I think that made us a little closer. But then she one day went rogue; it was over a man, I guess. The organization filled us in on everything. I tried to make her come back to the organization, but she wouldn't fucking listen.