The Deadly Assassin Robin Novels & Stories

He sounded exasperated and it was insulting to me. He reached across and pressed something on the armrest of his chair. The screen on the far wall flickered to life. A news broadcast was on. Buston network logo in the corner. The anchor's voice filled the cabin, crisp and professional and devastating. *"—identified as the infamous underground assassin known only as Viper. Sources confirm that the murder of Marcus Thorne, prominent businessman and father of groom Draven Thorne, occurred in the early hours of Sunday morning inside a penthouse suite at the Celestine Grand Hotel—"*

I ask and he looks up at me. “Yeah..how do you know her?” He asks slowly. “She is a friend. She has done some business for me before.” I clear my throat after I speak. “Business, huh.” He chuckles. “I have a feeling that that business had to do with killing someone.” He says confidently and I shrug. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, mate.” I say and he scoffs. “She is an assassin, Henry, and I believe that you know that.” Robert responds and I smile.

(Dead Assassin) One of the assassin that wanted to act gloriously died when a bullet blasted his skull right open. It was a simply like a scene of a fish that jumps out of water and got skewered by a harpoon. “……S.W.A.T unit! Boxed in!!..advance!!!….let no one escape!!..”.(Commissioner Layla)

she agreed hurriedly before closing the link, but not before I felt her rapid heartbeat and read her wild thoughts. "Come in," I said to my beta and gamma. As soon as they stepped in, I felt the shift in the atmosphere. I waited until they sat down across the table, then broke the silence. "What did you find out?" I asked. Nolan cleared his throat noisily while Aslan continued sitting in silence. "The girl's heart was ripped out by the time we reached the dungeon, Alpha. Although the murderer tried his best to make it seem like suicide, the absence of blood beneath her nails proves otherwise," Nolan revealed. He stopped and stared at Aslan briefly before continuing.

He bit his bottom lip, lowering his arms to his sides and glancing towards his palms before asking, "What is it? Y-You...you don't like what you see?" Nate had not spoken yet, gulping when he saw Dante's fingers drop the knife beside him and reach for the next button on his dress shirt. When Nate realized what he was doing, he instinctively leaned downwards, his mind completely pushing away the assassin murderous rumours and all the threats Dante had mentioned, instead reaching for his hands and stopping him from continuing down the placket. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nate pushed his hands away, closing the other buttons as well and hiding the chain back into his shirt.

“Nina?” “An ancient assassin, she was killed based on Ryker’s orders after a trick that we pulled on her after she had lost her mind to her revenge. Regardless of the training that she once got, seeing Ryker in front of her almost every day made her lose her senses in wanting to get him killed regardless of the cost, and that would have cost my or Ezio’s lives” I said, explaining the situation. "And you chose your lives over hers?” She asked. I looked down at my feet before nodding.

He scowled loudly and detective try to made some words but couldn't because of the fear. "Actually sir, i haven't done anything. I was busy last night and by mistake i left the office without security." He stuttered. "By mistake you left office and killed the security guards with your hands." Robin asked dangerously making detective eyes snapped open at him. "Boys go and give his body to our doctors so that they could take out his body parts and donate them in our hospital so they could be used by somebody deserving." Robin ordered and 2 people among M14 started to drag the detective.

"You can be an assassin if you're not a hitman!" "What's the difference?" I asked, having never heard of such a word. Ignacio grinned. "An assassin also kills for something in return. Most would kill for credits like a hitman but there are some who choose to kill for personal reasons or obligations. I thought it would suit you with your fight against the Parliament for liberation." I thought about it for a while. "Night Walker – The Liberal Assassin… There's a nice ring, I like it." The silence was comfortable for a while until I realised something. "Wait, how do you know what an assassin is? Even the term "hitman" was nowhere to be found in the normal archives."

The King stared at the glistening bottle as he raised it into the air. "What is that?" he asked him, warily. "This?" Robynn wraps his hands around it tightly so that it wouldn't fall. "Is a poison." "Poison?" Robynn nodded. "Yes, poison." "How did you have that?" "Someone gave it to me." he told him. "I am a sunchild that he kept inside his castle for so many years. He trained us to assassinate him, and then suddenly- one day he decided he didn't want to die anymore and locks us in that basement."

How can someone who murders a person be capable of the greatest skill of all, healing? Lucien, I need to remember his name instead of just ‘the assassin’ softly knocking on the door late into the night. I sent Kyra to deal with him but even I had to admit he looked immaculate in a crisp white shirt. He was wearing one of Alexanders, but it was stretched to the max over his wider shoulders and muscles.