The World's Finest Assassin Light Novel Volume 7 Novelas e Histórias

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

terra replied as she showed her family sigil tattooed on her left arm, He scrunched his face up, snapping his hand as darkness enveloped the two of them, blocking sound and light from penetrating the circle, terrena raised an eyebrow at him "Till the shades of black are bright, and the touch of death is light" he said, Terra smiled and rolled her eyes, they all thought she never knew it, which was stupid seeing that any assassin or imposter worth their salt would know such words "I devote to the realm, my soul, the rays of light I will uphold" I and the rest completed, The man seemed shocked, staring at her but quickly reigned in his emotion, “We thought the whole royal lines were dead, it w

I read this one in under a second. Not rage. Not cold. Something that had gone far past both of those into the particular territory of a man whose entire cognitive architecture — every precision, every calculation, every political intelligence, every mastered discipline of a lifetime — had just encountered something that none of it was capable of processing. He drew his sword. The White Heaven Heavenly Blade — Moon Severance, the sect's supreme weapon, the blade that had ended more martial careers than any other instrument of the murim world's last century. It came free of its sheath with a sound like a breath.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

I growled. “I can help—” Eli tried to run toward me. “No, fucking stay. Down.” But he didn’t listen. He never did, bless him. Eli was trembling, visibly terrified yet unwilling to flee. He reached for one of the fallen knives, but his hands shook. The assassins regrouped. Four remained upright. The leader uttered something low and guttural—not wolf language, older. I recognized fragments of the sound. A rite. A vow of blood. One of them... the shortest, pulled from his sleeve a fluted vial. He smashed it against the floor. A screaming mist erupted from it, swirling like smoke alive, claws of vapor reaching, choking out the light.

Noel smiled gently as Lisa rolled her eyes and turned back to those that were speaking. "Let's Welcome Noel, he is the 4th Assassin in the assassins most powerful list and he just came back from a mission that took him seven years" The 2nd elder announced as everyone clapped feeling very happy. "Why do I feel like this people are plotting something against me?" Scarlett muttered while looked at those people strangely. "Are you thinking too much?" Lisa looked around but didn't find anything strange. "Maybe I'm indeed thinking too much" She muttered and continued listening.

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.

His eyes weren't their usual striking gold anymore; they were a terrifying, glowing crimson, burning with the promise of absolute death. In a display of terrifying, supernatural speed, Cassian intercepted the assassin before the man's boots could fully settle on the floor. He didn't just hit the man; he pulverized him. Cassian caught the assassin by the throat mid-air, the force of his grip snapping bone instantly, and slammed him down into the marble floorboards. The wood cracked under the impact. The threat was neutralized in a matter of seconds, the second assassin dropping like a stone, completely lifeless before he even knew what had hit him.