The Deadly Assassin Robin Novels & Stories

He set his wine glass down with a soft, hollow clink. "The assassin died before he could speak," Victor said, his voice entirely devoid of emotion. "He succumbed to his injuries from the fight. A pity." A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the table. Serena’s ears began to ring. Her vision blurred for a fraction of a second. He lied. He lied smoothly, effortlessly, straight to her face. If the assassin had truly died without speaking, Victor wouldn't have bloody knuckles, and he wouldn't look so terrifyingly satisfied. Roberto was right. Victor was hiding the truth because the truth pointed directly back to him. The man sitting next to her, the man who had washed the blood from her hair, w

Successful, I pin him down to take my killing blow. I stab four more times on his heart just to make sure that he was surely dead. Gushes of blood splurge in directions off to the ground and parts of my skin, robe, and face. His painful roar falters and I watch the life drain out of him. When I am sure that he is dead, I abandon his body and pick myself back up. Ezekiel looks at me with his mouth wide open, "That was something else. So you are the mysterious female assassin they were all talking about."

“Then I guess we better give him what he wants. Rogue, take out the needles.” Rogue gives me a knowing smile before he opens up a satchel and removes several six-inch needles. The needles look like knitting needles, but instead of hooks at the end, they’re sharp and extremely painful. Rogue was the first Assassin that I brought on when I became the South American Board Director. The first thing I taught Rogue was how to use the needles for the purpose of torture. I use the needles to dig them into vital organs, which causes slow, excruciating pain to run through my victim’s nervous systems. It’s a very painful way to die. Rogue prefers to use a gun, but I enjoy my needles.

I spat bitterly. "You've got a point there." Ares said, "isn't it time for him to resign yet? He's like seventy, no?" I fought the urge to laugh at what he said before correcting, "He's fifty. I don't think he'll resign for another thirty years." We both stopped when we entered the hall. "See you around, il mio adorabile assassina." Ares said with a smirk. (My lovely killer/assassin) "That's a hell of a way to call a cold blooded assassin." I scoffed, my eyes darting around the place, looking for my father, ignoring all the eyes on me.

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

It was as if I were looking for a needle in a haystack. If Silent Assassin weren’t an enemy of the law I would have applauded him for his bravery and for having such skills. He was very slippery just like an eel. And all of his victims are people who are hugely plagued by society. He is like Robinhood in modern times. It’s just that Robinhood stole from the rich and gave to the poor while silent Assassin kills the rich people who are plagues of society and bullies the people who are helpless because of their low status or don't have money. He will be good police if only he is not an assassin.

Raven had already passed away by the time the questioning was finished. His body was now a skeleton with a covering of skin on top after the blood had vanished, leaving it. He had no teeth or tongue anymore, and his eyes were entirely white. The fact that this assassin was not dispatched by the merchant Richard gave me a headache. It would have been preferable if it had been. The assassin said that he was dispatched by an organization known as the Noble Shadows. Unfortunately, one of the Dukes owned this assassination squad. That is to say, some duke was pursuing me, or more accurately, the body I was using.

After Rihanna’s jet landed, the next one followed, carrying hundreds of assassins from Black Dragon. They were all men in black, but who would have thought that all their suits were customized to be bulletproof? Even their bodies were filled with hidden weapons and various sharp killing tools. Each of them had their own code name according to their method of killing. Dustin appointed five of them as leaders to head each of their teams. Among them were LethalKill, ScarletBlade, MysticDemon, Hollowflash, and DeadlyScythe.

That was the main answer I need to know. "Say!" I roared. He gulped. I was about to put the knife again on his chest. "Sa...m." that was the last thing he said before dozzing off. I sensed his breathing. Damn it! That man didn't say the full name. I shouldn't behave like a psycho just now. "Take him to the hospital and give the best treatment. " I said the guards. "Mam don't you want him dead?" Robin asked at last.. He was my secret assistant who helped me for these two years in the investigation. He came from my city to help me. Although I didn't want my family's help but they assigned him for me.

Confusion and chaos was the order as everybody stood on their toes not knowing who would be the next victim. The shooter was uncovered in an underground tunnel not far away from the hall. Raphael had his men surround the area, ready to spill his blood. In the speed of light, the assassin pulled out a revolver and in a flash, he pulled the trigger, aiming it for Raphael but Luis was quick to jump in the way, taking the bullet in his arm. "Fuck. Luis!" Raphael yelled as Luis body made contact with the dusty ground. That was enough distraction for the assassin to slip out of Raphael murderous grasps.