The Deadly Assassin Robin Novels & Stories

“He’s lying to you. Jason and the Rogue King are now enemies of every pack. They won’t bring you and Annie freedom. Freedom only comes if they fall, and that’s what I’m working toward. I have to leave tonight. Waiting puts Annie and all of us at risk. We’re running out of time. Robin sank into the chair by the table, looking empty and lost. He covered his eye with one hand, his shoulders shaking in fear. Every breath seemed like a struggle. “You can’t stop them. They have the mad rogues,” he muttered. “Healer Leslie was close to an antidote before I was kidnapped. She has probably completed it now. Without the mad rogues, Jason and the Rogue King are nothing,” I explained. Robin did not answ

The leader of the assassins was furious, wielding his sword and slashing toward Sebastian fiercely! They were accustomed to such treacherous killings, so their actions were swift and ruthless, not giving Sebastian any chance to react. Seeing the blade coming down, Rosalie paled in fright, and her expression turned ashen. In contrast, Sebastian remained calm, raising his hand calmly. With a flick of his fingers, a silver needle shot out! The silver needle swiftly and accurately pierced the chest of the leader. He stiffened and stood still in place. The long sword in his hand also clattered to the ground.

Stepping on the gas, we zoomed out of the school parking lot, leaving a frightening roar behind. I massaged my forehead as I groaned, "Well, couldn’t you have said that like a normal person? I am already dealing with a venomous headache." "Venomous?" she asked, amusement evident in her tone. She kept her eyes on the road, and I could not help but think back to the time some assassins tried taking her out as she drove. This woman could kill three men in thirty seconds with one hand while the other drove. And if bullets weren’t fired, there wouldn’t be a scratch on the car.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

They were hurt pretty badly because of Eros' torture but are now recovering. "Their names are Raven and Howel. Make sure to interrogate them separately and don't let them alone in one room," he explained to his right-hand man. If they are left alone, they might make up a story to fool them. Raven, the assassin who revealed his name and bowed down to Eros' wishes when they were in the arena because his brother, Howel, was stabbed and bleeding to death. He cared too much for his brother, making it his weakness.

Alssandro Leone Romano James Mathews hung up and rounded his shoulder to get rid of the fatigue he now had. He is my Vice-President, henchman, undertaker, right-arm man. Despite his age and charisma, he was an ice-berg. A cruel callous bastard. Though he looked pristine and refined to the nines he had more blood on his hands than I did. We always had hired hands but this sadistic sicko liked to get his hands dirty. He took a pussy, disposed of it. He took a dime, impenitently.

They both look like dictators reigning above everyone. Keeping my eye on both of them, I signal Connor and gesture to the two targets. Connor moves close and nudges me forward. Just as we’re about to move, a shot rings out across the room, and pandemonium ensues. I glance back to see our assassins fighting and then look back up and rush forward when I see that the Senator and Kennedy Lynch are running away. As I’m nearing the stairs, a man appears and takes a swing at me, but I’m ready. Gripping his wrist with both hands, I kick him in the kneecap, twist his arm behind his back and put pressure until I hear the sound of bone breaking. The man cries out in agony as his body slumps to the grou

Instantly, her pointer finger moved twice as fast as a fan blade, releasing two poisonous bullets from the barrel flash holder and went straight into the brains of these two vampires at the same time, piercing through their skulls so that they both dropped to death on the spot. "What the fuck! Sniper..." The bouncer yelled and she could see the people around, all panicking as those two dropped dead. She immediately got up and packed up her guns knowing they were all gonna make a scene out of it and possibly trace her position in less than a minutes. While she was placing the sniper in the bag, she heard the siren of police cars heading towards her direction from afar and she looked down from

The lead rogue was stumbling backward, his throat spraying a fountain of dark blood before he collapsed lifelessly to the ground. Standing directly in front of me, shielding my body from the remaining attackers, was a tall, cloaked figure. The white veil fluttered in the breeze, completely concealing the bottom half of his face, leaving only those piercing, gray eyes visible through the haze. The Leader of the Rebels had returned. But as the remaining two rogues growled and rushed him, the assassin didn't draw a second weapon. Instead, with a motion so blindingly fast, he reached out with his left hand, grabbing the rusted iron cleaver mid-air with his white gloved fingers.

He had even gifted Luis a luxury seaside mansion. Luis was so pleased, but I had become the person at fault for causing the death of his supposed true love. Bianca had apparently followed Luis in secret and been killed in the messy firefight. Luis assumed that I had used the communication device at that exact time so as to draw Bianca into danger. That night, Luis dragged me into an abandoned factory. He stood in the doorway and regarded my bloodied body with a cold eye. Then, he told his brawlers, “Clean this up.”