The World's Finest Assassin Light Novel Volume 7 Novels & Stories

(Sasu) Hearing their master shouted his order, whilst in pain, all 26 of the Spider Assassin’s jumps into action. At the same time, Aeternum Side also started to move into action, the first one to fall is the assassin that brave enough or so foolish enough to jump before, Sasu, and he accept the assassin rather stupid attempts with a shot straight at the Assassin forehead killing him instantly. That was the first criminal down. “We ARE The SPi......”.(Dead Assassin)

Through tears, she said, "Ash, if I had not gotten so close to Rowan back then, would this happiness have been mine? We would have had a lovely baby too..." "Nina." I interrupted her, looking at the lisianthus in her hands. "There are no ifs in this world. And I do not like lisianthus. I only like mermaid roses." Nina looked utterly shattered. In the end, she gave a silent smile, set the things down, and left. Before she went, she told me that Rowan had been arrested for suspected theft. During police questioning, they discovered that he knew the driver who had hit me. Digging deeper revealed that my accident had not been an accident at all; it had been planned.

My fist clenched. "You are right. My life will never be the same after this. I will never be happy again. Killing you won't make me happy as well. You know what would it give me?" I gave him my sweetest venomous smile as I said the last word he would hear from me. "Satisfaction." In this world were cruelty is rampant and justice has many faces, only evil can defeat evil. "The heck is this thing?!" I almost jumped when I heard Lucia beside me. She has finally woken.

"Nikolai sends his regards. He says a genius is only useful if she has a head to think with. Since you chose the Italian over your blood, we’re taking both." ​The assassin pulled back his arm, ready to drive the blade home. ​I didn't use the decanter. I used the tablet. ​I hit the "Overload" command on the penthouse smart-lighting. Every bulb in the room shattered at once, a blinding flash of white light and electricity arching through the air. ​CRACK. ​In the split second of blindness, Dante moved. I heard the wet thud of a knife hitting flesh, then the sound of a body hitting the floor.

Maybe her will-power and strength were not par from honey bone, the former top one Assassin in the world. “Lesly hunter , how’s was the situation there?” asked the man to her over the phone. Yes, the beautiful woman was no another than, Lesly hunter the top one high class assassin in the world. “Yes, Mr. Young master of Luckser. he was guarded by the woman, but don’t worry I’ll find enough time to assassinate him. It was just a piece of cake.” Said Lesly hunter to him.

Lucian twisted his arm sharply. A loud crack followed. The assassin screamed. But he did not stop fighting. With his free hand he pulled another blade. I stepped forward to strike him down— But another shadow moved behind us. The second assassin. He came from the side. Straight toward Aria. Cassian shouted, “Behind you!” Aria turned too late. The blade flashed again. But something strange happened. Something none of us expected. A sudden light burst from Aria’s body. Soft. Silver.

“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

Alssandro Leone Romano James Mathews hung up and rounded his shoulder to get rid of the fatigue he now had. He is my Vice-President, henchman, undertaker, right-arm man. Despite his age and charisma, he was an ice-berg. A cruel callous bastard. Though he looked pristine and refined to the nines he had more blood on his hands than I did. We always had hired hands but this sadistic sicko liked to get his hands dirty. He took a pussy, disposed of it. He took a dime, impenitently.

Miguel groaned and tried to pull away from him, which he obviously failed, so he took a chance and swung his free hand to strike, but Nathaniel made a quick dodge and grabbed his other hand, squeezing it so tightly that he broke Miguel's fingers, and after that with all his strength he banged his head against the wall, breaking nose, from which a trickle of blood started flowing. Miguel finally stopped struggling. He knew very well that there was no chance for him, after all, his opponent was not a human, but a Fallen Angel. Miguel gave up, barely able to breathe, and could literally feel broken ribs stabbing in his lungs. When Nathaniel hit his head forcefully against the wall once again, M

“Thank you for helping me protect my wife. I owe all of you.” The men vow their heads in acknowledgment before they make their way to their vehicles. Maleah remains quiet on the way home, which worries me a little. I killed men in front of her. I just hope that she can move past this. The life of an Assassin isn’t an easy one.