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

⸻ “Why?” ⸻ “Because you once promised forever.” ⸻ Lightning flashed outside. For a single heartbeat… Alessio saw part of her face. Pale skin. Crimson lips. Silver eyes. Then darkness returned. ⸻ Suddenly— A sharp pain exploded inside his head. Images flooded his mind. A burning cathedral. A bride crying. Blood covering white roses. A man kneeling before a woman. A voice shouting… “Break the vow before the seventh kiss!” ⸻

Enzo crawled on the floor while holding his phone. While Catriona already settled and hid in the corner ready to shoot anytime. The shadow from the intruder looks like one who knows Kung Fu. He was covered up in black suit—like a ninja. Then something hit him. Is this Alanis's assassins? "It's an assassin from Alanis's." He mouthed and she sighs. The bullet is faster than the sword.

I make my way to a rental car I have parked two blocks away, get in and drive back to Hotel LeVeque, where I plan to soak in a nice hot tub and get a good night’s rest. This is what my life consists of. I travel the globe killing people for a living. I don’t take any sexual gratification from what I do, I don’t even do it for the money really – although it does pay incredibly well. No, this work; this life, runs in my blood. It’s deep rooted in who I am. By the age of twenty-nine I have become one of the most prolific assassins in the world. To those in this shadow world or those who seek me out I am only known by my codename. Blackheart.

“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.

Nine smiled, catching sight of me before giving me a glass of water “I should be proud to see that you are still fit despite everything that you have been dealing with” “I was trained by the ancient assassin, what else do you expect?” I winked. Nina laughed, shaking her head at me, I nodded toward the door, shaking my head in question “what’s gotten up his panties?” Nina stayed quiet for a few seconds, nodding at me to follow her. We entered the storage room beside the kitchen and I frowned in confusion, waiting for what she was going to say. Nina barricaded the door before turning to face me, muttering a low chant under her breath “the room is now soundproof, no one can hear what we’re sayi

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

I was fingerbanging myself in the van while Gideon issued orders and Ghost was in here alone with a guy known for killing people like him. “You underestimate me. I work best when I have an after-orgasm glow.” I laugh; opening my hand, and let my gun fall. Ghost’s eyes go wide and Judge pushes him forward just a little. It allows Ghost to shuffle to the side at the same time I grab the gun with my other hand and start firing. Judge lets out a loud roar when two of my five shots hit their mark. Ghost hits the floor and suddenly I’m faced with two pissed-off shifters.

I stared at the window, watching people walking down the street, and for perhaps the first time in my life, I wondered if any of them were a wizard or a sorceress, and if so, if they had to do what I did - to always run away from something and be careful about everything they do - are they as homeless as I am? I sighed and took a sip of my cup of coffee. After looking out the window again, I saw a tall, well-built guy, about 19 years old, with dark eyes and black half-long, wavy hair, falling slightly over his left eye. His complexion was milky white, which was quite strange, as his features suggested that he was rather Italian. This young man wore dark navy blue jeans and a white shirt with

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

Dark mist swirled inside it. He tightened his fingers around it before speaking into the crystal. "My Lord..." A deep silence answered him. Then a distorted voice echoed from within the crystal. "Report." The assassin lowered his head. "I found her." Another silence. Then the voice came again. "Did you confirm it?” The assassin nodded even though no one could see him. “"Yes... Just as the old prophecy foretold. Her blood awakened the Silver Light.” A long pause. “Then is she dead?” The voice asked.