Romans & histoires Sci Fi Assassin

Elle really did take him down hard but she's no shifter and she's not my Head Enforcer. "Actually, she's a human assassin.” It's cruel of me to rub salt in his wound but I need to bring him down to Earth so he can tell me why he attacked. We've had a few rogues get close and several humans wander over our borders, but he's the first one to get so deep into our land and near anyone as precious as a female or pup.

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.

I took the blade from him and buried the silver blade in his stomach, but then I felt the other assassins surrounding me. I knew what came next; I had played this game before, but this time I was the prey, not the predator, and I knew how the story usually ends for the prey, even if one is as dangerous as I am. Another tried to grab me. I quickly ripped one of his hands off me and swiftly somersaulted to the far end, another charged at me and then ripped off the head of the next assassin who charged at me, watching his lifeless body fall to the ground. I was surrounded, but I was not going to beg like a rat; instead, I would die like a soldier, taking as many as I can to the after life.

Past my temper, I was hollowed of opinions of my next move. Alessandro Leone Romano was a beautiful Specimen. Costa Nostra Boss was more breath-taking than he looked in his 'Wanted' shots with his sky-high head price. Momentarily I was frozen for more reasons than one. His warm hands’ captivity, his intoxicating cologne, his imposing rock hard built under my dainty hands, or was it his emerald intense eyes peering into my soul? I couldn’t tell many things like what my surname was or what was his. If he was a wicked whizz, he had me under his charm, and then he chanted something my mind was too far gone in his green abyss to comprehend.

he replied before turning and heading to one of the walls where he put on the light to illuminate the room. That is when I realized that another wall was filled up with computers from top to bottom. How could our murderer be able to escape all this security system ? Finally, we all sat down and after a moment, I broke the silence. "I am failing to understand how our enemy is still capable of escaping all this security. Aslan, are you sure you checked all the CCTV cameras?"I asked staring at the beta. "I did and believe me, everything is ok and no parts of yesterday's videos are missing," he confirmed.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

There are far too many things running through my mind. One of them is what I should do about Sebastian. So many questions had arisen from my search when I had no doubts before. I know, Sebastian. He and I trained together. We were closer than brothers. It makes no sense to me how he would have been so sloppy in handling his disappearance. Even the way he handled getting rid of the evidence of his misdeeds was careless. Sebastian was one of my smartest and most thorough Assassins. The man was a sharpshooter with extensive tech training and unrivaled infiltration skills. None of it is adding up. I glance down at my mobile with a contemplative expression for a moment before I make a decision. R

“Hold the line! Do not scatter!” Saraphina moved like a flame unbound. Each strike was swift, deliberate, not wild. But even as bodies fell, more shadows pressed in through the doors and windows. The assassins were many. Too many. She caught a glimpse of their eyes through the masks — cold, lifeless, bound to orders without question. These were not thieves or mercenaries. They were the council’s sharpened hand. One assassin slipped past the fray, blade arcing for her throat. She ducked, the steel grazing her hood, and drove her knee into his gut before slashing him down. Another came from behind, and Lucian’s sword cleaved him away before he touched her.

He reached the primary vent and pulled a small, silver canister from his belt. Suddenly, a voice echoed through the metal duct. "You really shouldn't have used a Moretti-coded thumbprint, Kaelen. It was a bit... nostalgic." The assassin froze. The voice wasn't coming from a guard. It was coming from the small, internal speaker of his own high-tech HUD. [POV: SABIZINA] Inside the medical suite, Sabizina was leaning against the headboard, a tablet she had demanded from a reluctant Rage balanced on her lap. Her eyes were glowing with a predatory fire.