Novel & Cerita The World's Finest Assassin Light Novel

My eyes got heavier the more I thought about how it has only ever been Estelle and I against the world. The last thing that flashed through my closed eyes as I drifted off, was a pair of piercing blue eyes. And I then realized how much trouble Mr stranger was.

The light that emanated from Selene's body made it as bright as daytime, despite the late hour. Alistair fought very hard, not wanting to give up. He fought until the last minute and their duel ended at exactly 12:59. Then, the great king of the Underworld, lord of demons, a descendant of the strongest royal family, son of Sariel, fell in the fight with the "chosen one" after 5.000 years of life, and his body burned to ash.

I released a sigh of relief and settled on the driver's seat but then the car turned silent. "Can I ask you a question?" Leonardo broke the silence after a while. "Go ahead." I answered. "Why did you decide to become an assassin? I mean you have all your life right in front of you and you could have literally been anything else." "I didn't have the option to be anything else. I didn't even get to choose to become this, it was forced on me. He stayed silent like he was ushering me to continue with what I was saying.

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

I can still remember the first time I took the life of another man as clearly as it had been yesterday. I have killed many. The bully Inquisitor, the desperate prostitute, the unloyal soldier, the alcoholic priest, the grumbling ferrywoman, the repulsive and manipulative bloodsucker of the Moroi clan, the rude undertaker, the half-deranged militia soldier, the pompous nobleman, the master of the wizard's guild, my own apprentice, the big-whisked rat catcher, the stupid adventurer who fancied himself a hero, the innocent twins, the greedy thief.

Then lightning cracked the sky, brief but blinding, and that’s when I saw it. A lone figure stood in the clearing, staring directly at the window. Dressed in pitch black from head to toe, his face hidden behind a mask. Two curved knives were strapped in an ‘X’ across his back, their hilts glinting beneath the flash of light. I gasped. An assassin. Not just any assassin, but one of them. I’d heard stories, ghosts in the night, scentless killers trained by elite packs to eliminate without a trace. Only those with dark secrets and darker power could summon them.

] A light novel [Light Novel] [A light novel or, LN which originated from Japan. It is a novel which the Japanese created. It has an average length of 50,000 words for every volume. Light novels are illustrated with an anime and manga art styles or, simply, LN does not only focus base on texts but in arts also; sketches and artworks of the characters, events, and settings, etc. are being drawn within the book. It is published online and offline. Its purpose is to catch the reader’s attention because an is easy to read and understand.] Upon the book cover, there was a phrase with a distressing scene, A man and a woman quarrelling from each other.

Whoever it was, they were badly hurt. The forest was darker than usual, the moonlight barely breaking through the thick canopy. Every step forward was cautious. My instincts screamed at me to turn back, to leave it alone. After all, I had no obligation to help. But I didn’t listen. Something about the pull of that blood, it was familiar yet dark. Not humanly. And then I saw him. Lucian. I know him from a thousand years ago, the legendary prince of the dark who went against his father for love and saved the world against his father's annihilation plan.

she muttered, realizing her words at once, and hit her forehead. "Heather, get your head straight," she muttered. Her phone vibrated, and she took it out. •MURDER ALONSO TONIGHT• She read the message and giggled. Killing people was what she knew how to do best. Well, Alonso was also a top crime master in the Mexican crime world. An underboss, to be precise. Heather quickly got into her car and drove to her apartment. As she walked in, she went straight to her closet and started picking out her outfit for the night. She wanted to make sure she looked her best for the mission.

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