The Deadly Assassin Robin Novels & Stories

Once the guests were gone, Henry turned grim. "What on earth is going on? Robin, find the person who changed Summer's birthday video at once. I don't care what the mastermind's goal is. I'll make whoever it is pay for ruining my precious Summer's 18th birthday party!" "Yes, Mr. Hartford Senior!" Robin Cohen, a hulking man with a fearsome expression, replied. Henry had brought Robin back from a human trafficking ring over two decades ago. Apparently, Robin had been trained since childhood to be an assassin, but Henry took him in as a godson.

“All building within the vicinity had been guarded. When she was in position, those nearest were ordered to attacked upon the go-signal.” “Why the hell was she on her own, sir?” Zach wanted to know angrily. “It was a suicide mission to start with. Why the f8ck was it done?” “That’s how she works,” Worthington stated. “But her tactic was read well by Saood. Now, he returned the favor when she eliminated one of his main man a few weeks back. For every life she takes, he’s going to retaliate.” “Walters said that Bradford asked her to kill her instead,” Zach informed.

He knew better than anyone that it took more than guts to be a leader at the Viper’s Den West State Branch. His earlier presumption remark was just him being rebellious. It took some attitude to be an assassin, after all. Siberian had anticipated Robin to be trouble. He simply did not expect Robin to be so strong. Robin forced him into a corner right away. Siberian narrowly escaped his first two waves of attack. “Swoosh!” Siberian pulled away from Robin and turned on his heel to retreat. He knew that he could not kill Kaze with Robin around. It was pointless to continue with the fight.

My fingers gripped his neck, piercing his skin. "Let me die," he muttered. "Like death will give you relief," I spat. "And I already know they are alive! What are the names of the nobles?" Broderick opened his mouth, but instead of telling me the name I needed to hear, his breath fell from his lungs and into my face. His heart stopped, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Oh, a record," the Assassin said passively as he tapped his watch. "FUCK!" I threw Broderick's body to the ground. My foot kicked into his side until sweat beaded on my brow. Taking one of the Assassin's knives, I stabbed Broderick's heart repeatedly until I was pulled away. "Fucking hell! Let me go!"

His hands hovered over the screen of the phone as he spent some minutes rethinking his decision to call the man, Gabriel. Gabriel Rossi was an assassin, a highly skilled one at that, who had worked for Marco in the past. Through Marco’s diggings into Alessa, he discovered Alessa and Gabriel were in a foster home together, and they also worked together if that is what you would call it on a hit.

The man fell to the floor, but there was serenity and a smile in his eyes. There was a turn in the revolver in Robbie’s hand. When the several division heads issued the order to assassinate, Robbie’s muzzle suddenly pointed toward the light bulb. Then, a loud bang was heard. The lightbulb burst and the wires caught fire. The sparkle of the fire crackled along the wires, and soon enough, the sounds of a series of bombings were heard inside the building.

I will make sure that this time, I can execute my plan well. So before midnight, I was already out of the manor with my horse and sword. With four years of being an assassin, I could travel in night time without any effort. Darkness is part of an assassin's life since most of the time, we do our job in the dark. I reigned my horse to a stop when I saw who was standing before the glistening river under the bright moon. His back was on me, calm and still as he stood there. He didn't move from where he is even though I'm sure he is already aware of my presence. I unmounted my horse at once and walked towards him.

Lee Estate – Rooftop, 11:32 PM The fire raged across the eastern walls as masked assassins climbed over the last barricade. Devin stood on the rooftop balcony, sniper in hand, breathing slowly despite the chaos. Behind him, Yuri pulled her hood up, wind whipping her coat as she stared at the silhouettes emerging from the smoke. "They're here for me," she muttered. Devin loaded another round into the rifle. "Then let them try." Just as he aimed, a sleek figure leapt onto the rooftop from a wire above. The masked attacker was fast—too fast—and landed directly between them.

I grabbed the assassin's wrist with my left hand, pulling him down hard while driving my hidden knife straight into his ribs. The assassin gasped out in pain as blood spilt from his chest. I yanked my knife free, twisting his arm back until the bone broke with a snap. I shoved him to the floor, kicking his dropped sword across the room as I stood up. The man scrambled backwards against the wooden pole, holding his bleeding side, his eyes wide as he looked at me. He was wearing the dark leather mark of the rogues. "You... you drank the poison," the rogue choked out, blood leaking from his mouth. "You're supposed to be dying!"

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.