Novel & Cerita The Deadly Assassin Robin

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!"

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.

It had been two years since then. She knew to get in she would need the skills to sneak in and out without notice. She hadn’t gained that skill in the forest so she needed to learn it. She had them started to take on assassination jobs to gain this skill. Doing this had gotten the attention of Wolferan and had since been forced to run from him. Although she had become well known for silent assassinations she still was lacking in the skill. She needed to be better to get into the castle to kill the king.

She watches the man, his face, his expression, and the sinister smile that made her sick in her stomach. Brushing Dimitrios's hands off her shoulder she ran in front where the John was standing in front of the hanging and battered body. Derek's eyes were almost drooping but he didn't miss the chance to watch her pulling out the revolver from its holster of John. John was quick enough to grab a hold of Iris before she pulled the trigger pointing the gun at Derek. A strange smile appeared on his face watching the little girl acting like an assassin suddenly. "An assassin always remains an assassin." He mumbled with great difficulty but couldn't complete when another punch landed on his face an

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.

“You are a traitor! You should be killed now, Mariana Rose.” My heart dropped not because of the impending danger upon me but because of the name that he uttered. As much as I missed my real name, the consequences it will bring upon me is glaringly harmful. “You have to die, Mariana Rose!” the assassin shouted, posing his blade to strike me. Rozen immediately finished him with a blow to his throat while Victor was beside him staring at me. For a second, no one moved. The assassin’s lips twisted in a final, broken smile before he collapsed, dead at my feet.

He looked like a god of war. ​The office door splintered inward with a crash. ​The assassin moved faster than any normal wolf. The killer wore a skin tight black leather suit, a dark hood completely covering his face except for his dead black eyes, and a vibrant green serpent tattoo curled dangerously around his pale neck. He held twin curved daggers in his hands. Thick, glowing green liquid dripped steadily from both sharp blades. ​The assassin lunged forward without making a single sound, and aimed both poisoned blades directly at Zachery's bare chest.

These individuals had orchestrated their men to assassinate Raymond that night, unaware they had fallen into his cunning trap. “Jennifer,” Raymond rushed to her side, noticing her closed eyes. Robin sprinted over and urgently said, “She’s bleeding. We need to treat her immediately.” Raymond promptly removed Jennifer’s mask, cradled her in his arms, and rose. The man in the wheelchair also stood and removed his mask, revealing that he was a pack fighter who had deceived the assassins. He bowed to Raymond, who nodded in acknowledgment before departing the hall with his pack fighters through the front door.

Robin smiled and pulled me along with him as Ryan chuckled behind as I struggled, but Robin gripped my hands tightly and it hurt more so I gave up struggling. They wouldn't kill me, would they? No, they won't, the school was too big… "Whatever you are thinking, it is the opposite," Robin whispered in my ears and I looked up to his dark eyes. When did Robin become this evil and what was his plan now?

"Rose, do you know? I've been thinking about something. Why was Justin so easy for me to kill?" Sebastian sat beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "You know Justin's identity—he was a ruthless assassin. He had countless enemies, and there was a long line of people who wanted him dead. Yet no one ever succeeded. But now, he's dead—killed by me, and so easily at that."