Wink Assassin Novels & Stories

Seline “Get a move on now, baby girl,” the vampire rapped his fist against the glass once more. His companions carefully retrieved concealed chain saws from their coats, holding it firmly like guns few inches away from the limousine's shiny black metal. A shame to have such a beautiful car tampered with, but there was no way I was getting out of this car on their own accord. Not until I took much more blood to keep my energy up while kicking their stinky arses.

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

I looked around the club and I realised I was the only one with clothes on. "Who is she your grandma?" One of them asked before they giggled. I pulled the singlet I had and remained with a bra. "This what you want?" I asked them and they still snickered. "She's the best assassin in Crystal city, so watch your mouth," He warned and they still weren't fazed. I threw a syringe I saw on the floor at the person behind and it stayed on his head. I expected screams and squeals but the people in the club were too high, thus they were unable to differentiate between black and white. The party still fired on.

His expression was straight as he looked at the assassin with a vague smile. “Since you’ve found me, then go to hell!” A cold light flashed in the masked assassin’s eyes, and he attacked boldly. Swoosh... The cold reflection of the blade swung in an arc in mid-air and appeared in front of the fake Wolf King’s throat in the blink of an eye!

The assassin trainees are practicing shooting, most of them are very good in hitting the target's head but little Mayari is having a hard time. She couldn't shoot properly and always miss, the very loud noises of guns being fired is making her head ache painfully and her shaking body couldn't cooperate with her as the memory of her mother being shot dead repeatedly flashed to her mind, scaring her every second she heard a gunshot. She slowly placed her trembling finger in the trigger attempting to hit the target again, regardless of how terrified she is because the punishment she will recieve later will be more painful and dreadful.

Third Person POV “Time for some fun guys,” Seris and Damon giggled through the mindlink. “Show him what you got guys !” Kael chuckled too. The “package” suddenly had six legs and was crawling up and down the man’s back. Needless to say the “package” was actually a spider-bot made up of silver which burnt the skin of any vampire or werewolf. The deadliest assassin in history was reeling under its effect which made everyone try hard to suppress their giggles and before he crumpled dead on the floor, he managed to wiggle out the bot out of his clothes and looked even deadlier with red bloodshot eyes.

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

He looked like a god of war. ​The office door splintered inward with a crash. ​The assassin moved faster than any normal wolf. The killer wore a skin tight black leather suit, a dark hood completely covering his face except for his dead black eyes, and a vibrant green serpent tattoo curled dangerously around his pale neck. He held twin curved daggers in his hands. Thick, glowing green liquid dripped steadily from both sharp blades. ​The assassin lunged forward without making a single sound, and aimed both poisoned blades directly at Zachery's bare chest.

Newborn vampires! "This is going to be fun," she thought She positioned herself on the branch, taking the black gloves in her hand, after pinpointing the locations of every active assassin in the woods. After putting on the gloves, she gripped the dagger tightly in her hand and jumped to a nearby tree towards her first target. Hearing the shuffle, the assassin glanced in her direction but didn't pay much attention. "Rookie mistakes," she chuckled

It was no different from a snail's pace. Zayn stretched out his right hand casuallyswid yet swiftly and grabbed the lead assassin, clutching him by the neck. “I’m going to kill you!” The lead assassin wanted to launch a counter attack instantly, but before his fist could strike, Zayn firmly gripped the back of his neck. He gave the assassin a good shake and dislocated all his bones. The assassin let out a bitter, agonizing scream. He was turned into a weak, limp marionette, dangling from Zayn’s hand.