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Alex took her gaze off the scope of the rifle she is holding after taking the shot that hit straightly towards the felon’s head. She then stood up and handed the rifle to Damon, who stood guard as she took her shot through the clerestory window at the empty utility deck of the building.

"It's one of the best-selling novels this year. The main characters are assassins and mercenaries, which made the book have a lot of blood and gore, and dark humor. The pacing and plot are great as well as the characters. It has a bit of romance, going from enemies to lovers." "Oh." Now, that caught my attention. "Definitely my type of story." I flipped the book to read its description on the back. "That's actually the last of the Agnis Trilogy." She fetched a couple of books from where I pulled the one on my hand and placed both over it. "First is The City of Flame, next is The Kingdom of Blades, and this, of course, is last." She tapped the books one by one. "Ah, thank you for telling, but

“What are you working on?” “Plotting the route for the first patrol with our recruits. Anika got through here.” She tapped her finger on a point on the map. “I expect we will see more come through the same route, but Lucas’s lands are expansive even focusing on the Cerathean border.” Selene had filled me in on the assassin that slipped into pack lands the night before. She had been one of the newer assassins to join the guild, barely out of training. I knew my friend was saddened by having to kill the girl, but there wasn’t much else she could have done. Even though they hadn’t marked each other again, I could tell by the way she spoke his name that Selene was feeling the pull of the bond.

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

The walls were lined with warding runes—Lux, Aqua, Terra, and Ignis—woven in thick rings to prevent any Luminous user from escaping. In the center, chained to a carved pillar, sat the assassin even bound by wrists and ankles, their presence was chilling. Their silver mask had been removed, revealing a young man—no older than twenty—with dark hair matted with sweat, a sharp jaw tense, and pale skin dusted with soot and dried blood. But his eyes—his eyes were wrong, not frightened, not broken, and not pleading. They were focused, eerily calm, as if nothing in the world could shake them.

As my boots hit the fire escape, I pulled the trigger on a small remote in my hand. The entire room exploded behind me...fire, smoke, and shattered glass raining down. A hellish goodbye. I didn’t flinch. It was my signature—burn everything, leave no evidence. I fixed my hair, wiped a speck of ash from my cheek, and walked away like it was nothing. My name is Lea. I’m a platinum-ranked assassin under the High Table. That rank? It means I’m one of the best. It means the world fears me. Or, in simpler terms:

Chase's expression remained calm as he twisted his wrist, unleashing a brilliant flash of sword light that swept forward. Sparks flew as their blades clashed. Chase stood firmly in place, completely unmoved, while the black-clad assassin was thrown backward with blood spraying from his mouth. "What?!" The assassin's expression twisted in terror. He could not believe Chase's strength was this formidable. "Die." Chase's eyes narrowed as he flicked his fingers, sending hundreds of sword beams shooting out. They created a cage of energy around the assassin. "No, no, don't do this…" the assassin's eyes widened in fear as he pleaded. "My master is the top fighter in Capital City. If you kill me, h

Then he smirked. "Then let’s drag them out of the shadows." Los Angeles – The Crimson Lotus Warehouse That night, Antonio struck first. Five of his top assassins infiltrated one of Renjiro’s strongholds, cutting through his men like shadows in the dark. BANG! BANG! BANG! Gunshots echoed inside the warehouse. Bodies dropped to the concrete floor. One of Renjiro’s trusted lieutenants, Akihiko, tried to escape—but a bullet tore through his skull before he even reached the exit. Among them, a masked man known as

she called out. “I’m fine,” he ground out. “Stay behind me.” The assassin twisted, kicking up a spray of mud as they darted around Kai with inhuman agility. Elise barely had time to throw herself to the side before a blade sliced through the space where her throat had been. Lightning flashed—white, blinding—and for a split second she saw the assassin’s eyes. Hollow. Empty. No hesitation. No emotion. This was no scout. No spy. This was a hunter.

I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me beg. The assassin hesitated for a fraction of a second, his brow pinching beneath his dark hood. "You do not even cry?" "I have faced monsters far more terrifying than a man hiding behind a piece of cloth," I whispered, my voice coming out raspy and quiet. "Then go join them in the ash," he snarled. He brought the poisoned blade down in a clean, deadly thrust aimed straight at my chest. A blinding flash of golden light tore through the room.