The Genius Assassin Who Takes It All Novel Novels & Stories

Guards swarmed, but the assassin moved like smoke. He crashed straight through Ianthe’s barrier. Dodged Ariadne’s sword. Shoved past Kael’s shadows and grabbed Alessia by the throat. Her breath lodged in a strangled gasp. Kael roared. Shadows exploded violently—crushing against the assassin’s arm. “Let her go!” Kael growled angrily. But the corrupted luminous spread like roots across the assassin’s body—protecting him. Alessia struggled—kicking, clawing, trying to summon luminous, but her cores sputtered.

My heart was thudding the entire time, and I was unsure if it was because of Ezra or how close I was; we were of taking a public stand against Black River. After a quiet breakfast, Tia almost knocked me over in the hallway, handing me a note. I was expecting it to be from Sam, but it was in Ezra’s neat handwriting. How did he know about Tia? Did I tell him? But I kept forgetting that he was a hired assassin; his job was to know things. Our Place That was all it said, and I nodded at Tia gratefully. She was bouncing up and down, and her eyes sparkled. She nodded back vigorously and almost skipped away.

"Just stay back and no matter what happens don't interfere. I've done this before and it'll be fine." Joanna looked worried. "Okay," she said. Adam nodded, but looked like he'd rather be anywhere but here. Soon enough, he would realize the supernatural was more than just an irritation. He would become one of us. As would Joanna. I opened the latch. As expected, the assassin appeared. Blades formed in my hands with along with the lightning. "Welcome Jasmine. I've been expecting you," the assassin said. "Will you tell me where the final piece of the crown is buried?" I hoped so. I didn't know if I could win a battle. The throbbing pain pierced so strong; my limbs shook. I tried to stand, but m

He wanted to overpower Drake but he couldn't use his hand. The assassin who pointed the gun at Evelyn eyes widened in terror, even Evelyn was in total shock, how could he do this so perfectly? The leader of the assassin becomes alert, he holds Evelyn tightly using her as a shield, he knows that since he has used the Valentino young mistress as a shield, the young master wouldn't shoot him, he wouldn't want his wife to die.

Not with this character anyway. If they'd desired merely to knock me out, they could have done so relatively quickly. Instead, the assassin could have shot in me the back. Or, without a silencer and didn't want noise, a tap on the head and a heave over the rail to the hospital car park sixty feet below would have served their purpose equally well. But this assailant didn't want anything so quiet and painless and straightforward. If I was to die, this killer wished to know I was dying for me, this assassin the tearing agony of death by violence, for the delight of savouring my suffering—a vicious evil sadist with a dark mind crimsoned by the lust for blood. The murderer of fourteen people and

If they want to become righteous, do it outside, not in the underground! Many protested when XYS was founded. No assassins even dared to register themselves in an odd organization. But that completely changed right after the appearance of a particular assassin. "I've also found more leads. Both folders has my idea of why they accepted the mission to assassinate Mrs. Declamar." Archilles, who was shining and shimmeringly standing on his neatly tailored black suit, tossed two folders containing the documents he had gathered and meticulously studied the entire night to the three. Noel was slapped by one of the folders on his face while Paul caught the other with ease.

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

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Book 5: Lethal Daddy Intro: When assassin Raven Torres was hired to eliminate billionaire Vincent Kane, she expected it to be just another job. She never expected him to be waiting for her. Chapter 1: The Hunt: The rain turned the city into a watercolor painting, all smeared lights and blurred edges. Raven Torres crouched on the rooftop of the Meridian Building, her rifle assembled and ready, raindrops beading on her black leather jacket like cain.