The Emperor And The Assassin Novels & Stories

“It’s going to be the same at the end. I’m not a hero. I’m an assassin, a murderer. Even if I succeed in taking down the Parliament, there is no way I’m going to be accepted for what I’ve done. I’ve always known that the day I bring the Parliament down, I will go down with them. In order for a better future that isn’t built on the blood of others, the cycle must end and it ends with me.” Feeling the strain of talking after several days of bed rest, I didn’t register the pain. A loud slap resounding through the room and the ringing in my left ear was enough to stun me. “Stop deluding yourself. Do you think you’re the only one bearing the burden of this? Look carefully! Open your eyes! Aren’t

The Emperor realized, too late, the attempt to assassinate him; he raised his arm to protect himself. Ao Shun leapt in front of the demon, blocking the dagger with his arm. It sliced into the flesh, blood trickling down to the already red soil. One of the other dragons, cut down the assassin as the Emperor was escorted out of harms way.

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

The calm demeanour of the Emperor forced the laughing assassin to be silent. "Don't you find it strange?" the Emperor asked. His question caused the assassin to look at him befuddled. "I knew all this yet I didn't kill you immediately." The young looking Emperor stated, picking another chewing stick and placing it in his mouth. His words caused the expression of the assassin to change. His face quickly went pale as he screamed, "What have you done to me! Why can't I feel a connection to the dark sword?!" "You fool. Did you really think I'd take no precautions against the Dark Kingdom?" the Cold Emperor asked rhetorically. "You've had your fun. Now it's time to answer some of my questions, do

There were boot prints. Fresh ones. Not Southern. Not Northern. They were wearing the heavy, iron-toed boots of the Black Guard. The Emperor’s personal assassins. "My father didn't send a rescue party," Noah whispered. "No," Ethan said. He looked at the shadows between the trees. A figure stepped out. He was holding a crossbow. It was aimed right at Noah’s heart. "The Emperor doesn't want the map back, Prince Noah," the assassin said. "Then what does he want?"

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

He hated the fact that she was a force to be reckoned and worse was that she wasn't even on his team but the opposition. As he pondered these questions, his phone buzzed with a message from Connor. He read the message, his eyes narrowing. "Evelyn Baker," he muttered to himself. The name sent a chill down the of every business man or higher ups in the city. He leaned back in his chair, his mind working round the clock. Evelyn Baker was no ordinary assassin. She was a ghost, a legend whispered among the shadows. And now, she was coming for him. He suddenly felt thrilled knowing the one who hacked his computer was Evelyn Baker. He had a certain attraction towards her, but the only thirst availa

Facing a guard, "Go and inform our messenger about the death of the Emperor and tell him to announce his death to the people of Ashland. I have send the pigeons to the three Kings we have in Ashland and the last one to message my daughter and her husband." The guard nodded his head and left to do as he was told. Entering her husband's room, she saw the two of the female servants cleaning his feet, hand and his naked body. The only place she ordered them not to touch was his waist to his knees which was covered with a piece of white cloth. Emperor Ariadne's neck was sliced open with a knife which lunged in his forehead. His room window was broken. His five personal assassins that were remaini

Uncle Antonio asked, pointing his gun at him. " They are unconscious. I didn't kill anyone. I want my wife and kid back, that's it. " he said. I could tell the man was telling the truth. Otherwise, why would anyone step in Lion's den? I could feel his dread from his voice. His voice was shivering a bit, but not his hands. He was looking professional in his work. " How did you do this? " Thomas was astounded. " I'm an assassin. I was. " he replied back.

But she was going to do something that would make her the most wanted criminal in the land of Huskarian. Leanunya snuck past the guards of the castle and sneaked around looking for the man she wanted to kill. She found him, “the king”. She snuck closer to him drawing a black dagger out of its scabbard. When she was close enough she lunged at the man who was talking with another man from their sides. The king didn’t see or do anything until she had already stabbed him in the back. Leanunya cursed silently as she realized she had just barely missed his vital point but smirked in satisfaction as she heard him cry out in pain.