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

A figure dropped from the ceiling beams. It didn't make a sound when it landed. It was wrapped in charcoal-grey rags that seemed to absorb the candlelight. It didn't have a scent of a wolf; it smelled like a void. A Shadow-Pack assassin. They were the Council’s silent blades, wolves who had been stripped of their souls to become nothing but killing intent. The assassin held a glass sphere filled with a roiling, black liquid. "The archives must burn," a voice rasped from beneath the rags. It sounded like stones grinding together in a dry creek bed.

“Well then. I just hope that you are prepared, Arius.” Taunting him, yet he likes it to be that way as he never had any fear in his life after dealing with HIM and becoming the death reaper in his book and world. They both finally step out and into the light, as a book is drawn, welcomes them in return with the title and the truth that reads. “Shinzo Dimension.” With the world and not just an ordinary book, but the very beginning and the original one. The pages flip as the words echo.

Warm blood splattered across Serena’s face. The assassin slowly looked downward as a blade protruded clean through their chest. Silence. Absolute silence fell. Then— …the blade ripped out of his body violently backward and the assassin collapsed into the mud. Dead. Serena dropped to her knees coughing violently. Heavy footsteps approached slowly through the rain. A young woman emerged from the darkness. She had long dark hair soaked by rain and sharp green eyes. Twin blades in her hands. She looked young and beautiful, but just as deadly…

. He fought to free himself, but couldn't do anything. That masked man smashed him on the ground again and again. Tsashi felt like every bone of his body was broken. He was shedding blood all around. "Time to go, he'll be here soon," muttered the masked man before he tossed Tsashi in the air. Before Tsashi could fall to the ground, a voice came. It was the assassin's voice. "Roaring Tiger Fist." A fist landed on Tsashi's chest, making him fly off like a broken kite smashing on tree after tree, before finally landing on the ground. His pulse and breathing had stopped. The assassin checked his body before smiling. "Mission accomplished," The assassin muttered, but suddenly his face ch

A terrifying energy instantly overwhelmed the old man. "He truly is the Wings of Darkness, the seventh-ranked assassin in the world." The astounded voice of the old man could be heard in the darkness.

The night has arrived and cast shadows throughout the land, as a moonless evening conquered the sky with pure darkness. Mayari took a deep breath, letting her face relaxed and return to its neutral expression. Once she regained her usual composure, she returned her attention back to her teacher. "There is more to it that I want to know." She stated. "But now is not the time." Helen nodded in agreement. "Now come, we have a ball to attend to in your name." Helen smiled but it wasn't as bright as before. Meanwhile, hundreds of mercenaries and assassins are gathered around a certain area of a dark forest, Jim being among them.

Pick the black guy, Percy said to the guy by the screen stopping his movement again. The assassin in question was a very dark man with skin like coffee, and eyes that matches his skin with piercing cheeks bones, and hollow cheeks, his stare intense and deadly. His nickname 'Blade' thirty-six, been with the agency for eight years, has a rank of gamma with six hunts, and slices through his victims before they could see his blade coming, he is fast and calculating. The next Assassin picked was called Lighting a young very beautiful curvaceous woman with fiery beach blonde tresses floating down her back, parted at the center with pale liquid blue eyes that looked to have sparkles in them with a

she uttered as she raised her hand to the sky as if to touch it. The moon was full and shined bright red. "A full red moon," she whispered silently as she closed her hand as if to catch it. THE ONLY light that went through the arena that Eros had set up for a bloodbath was the full moon and everything else was dark. No other light source was provided. "You're all assassins, right?" he asked before handing each one of them a knife. They all looked at each other with their beaten-up faces.

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

The worse part was that he hadn't even stopped at just telling Dante to stop messing with his aunt, he even menaced to murder him. "We need to get you out of this city." Nate couldn't help but agree—that was not the avenue he wanted to continue upon this early in a new surrounding. "We need to get out now." "He could kill you, Nate." "I fucking know that Auntie, thanks." He snapped, annoyed that he hadn't been told all these things before even arriving to this city. He had never heard of anyone named Dante Hercules, his name sounded ridiculous anyway. Besides, he never even thought he would come across a mafia member, or an assassin, or a yakuza—honestly, all these terms were way too much fo