Novel & Cerita The Emperor And The Assassin

Better than getting the other call, the kill order. “Word is you know how to make one of those work for you,” said Nathan, walking up to her with a smile on his face. Nathan didn’t need anyone to tell him it wasn’t her though. Calvin Hunter was the guy. He had to be. “Well I’m no assassin or soldier, but in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly the damsel in distress type either,” Emily answered, reaching for her stopwatch as she finished assembling the rifle. Nathan grabbed it instead.

In a matter of seventy seconds, half of the one hundred and fifty elite assassins had died horribly into piles of flesh under the pure Slaughterer's claws! Behind his black palanquin, the Emperor's obsidian eyes narrowed sharply. "Mortal brutal power that corrupts pure aesthetics," he hissed. He then raised his left hand which was wrapped in a pure silk glove. A secret poisonous needle made from the pure venom of an eastern mystical dragon shot soundlessly from under her sleeve, targeting the neck of Chloe who was standing still near the jet's wreck! The Emperor knew he couldn't defeat the Alpha King in a physical duel, but if the Queen were to be impaled by his poison, this war would be

3rd Prince Carlos Relani Devion - he is a well-known battle freak, a bloodthirsty soldier, he is practically the same at the same time not with Felix the most gullible one. Then....... Emperor Cassius Vitalis - Devion - everyone describes him as an ice block, no one can look at him directly, lest their eyes itch just from his cold piercing glimpse. He is a very capable ruler despite being an ice block.

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

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.

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.

It certainly is out of the ordinary. "Do you think that perhaps those weren't bandits?" He asked me. "I'm certain those weren't bandits. Do you think it's someone after you?" I asked him. He looked at me with a stern face. I already knew the answer to my own question. It was definitely an assassin sent to kill Prince Shiro. The question is, who would want him dead? Who was desperate enough to kill him. More importantly, how did they know we were going to the mountain? My highly developed senses had been triggered and I'm more determined to find out who was the mastermind to this plot. I have a feeling that the person who wanted Prince Shiro dead is the same person who wants the Emperor dead.

I clenched my fists, my instincts urging me to intervene, but I knew that the timing had to be perfect. And then, in a sudden twist of fate, the scene escalated beyond our control. Sebastian's true intentions were unveiled as he revealed his plan to kidnap Emily. Panic surged through me as I realized the gravity of the situation. Roman was about to lose the woman he loved, and I had to act swiftly to prevent that from happening. With a silent signal, I moved quickly through the trees, positioning myself strategically to intercept Sebastian's path. My heart raced as I prepared to confront the man who had manipulated Emily's emotions and plotted against our pack.

Before he could pull the trigger, the assassin fell lifelessly on the ground. “What the heck!” He was amazed to watch some assassins shot by an unknown man. He continued firing bullets since he had a helping hand. An assassin hopped to Lucas, dragging his other whack feet long, his face was covered with a veil and he was on tight black clothing. The assassin looked armless not until he pulled out a dagger from his black clothing. Lucas's heartbeat raced as he directed his gun toward the assassin hopping toward them. “Don't move” Lucas ordered in a husky tone. Lucas pulled the trigger, The assassin smirked, and he swallowed a none existing lump in his throat as no bullet emerged from his gun.

Emily remained silent, her gaze fixed on nothing as if she were staring into space. “I’ll be back,” Derick said, turning away. When he reached the exit, he called Richard. Derick: “How was the mission?” Richard: “They found nothing. Not even a single soul,” Richard said, his voice thick with frustration. I was right, Derick thought to himself. Richard: “That’s why I couldn’t bring myself to come to the hospital last night. How could I face Emily after giving her my word?” Derick: “Richard, tell Captain Miller that Don Emilio sent an assassin. They injected Jems with an unknown substance.”