Wink Assassin Novels & Stories

They were hurt pretty badly because of Eros' torture but are now recovering. "Their names are Raven and Howel. Make sure to interrogate them separately and don't let them alone in one room," he explained to his right-hand man. If they are left alone, they might make up a story to fool them. Raven, the assassin who revealed his name and bowed down to Eros' wishes when they were in the arena because his brother, Howel, was stabbed and bleeding to death. He cared too much for his brother, making it his weakness.

How pathetic. I remember the first time I made her kill someone. A smirk forms on my lips as I recall the details of the encounter. It was a life or death situation, a kill or be killed. I felt my d**k twitch threatening to bust through my zipper. The sight of her being covered in blood with scratches and bruises all over her had me rock hard. I saw her innocence leave from her eyes as she cut the man's throat and began stabbing him repeatedly. That's when I found the perfect job for her, something that would actually make her useful. Since that day, she's become my personal assassin. A great one, too.

I said as I gently picked up the knife that had fallen beside me. Before becoming a professional assassin, you must attend several training sessions in order to master all of the techniques that an assassin must know and study, and one of those techniques is that when one area of your body is vulnerable, you must think of another strategy to strike your opponent. "B*tch, don't be too arrogant or you'll end up at Satan's door!" My assailant had laughed at my confidence once more. "Oh please, don't joke about it because you'll regret it, I swear," I said to my assailant, "because you'll be the one to wind up on Satan's doorstep, honey," I said coldly.

She got up from the ground and resumed her arrogance. “I heard that you’re all very strong. Can you defeat that assassin?” she asked. Robin frowned. Frost was an ace assassin of God’s Lance. He was not weak. But when he saw that Frost had only one arm, he chuckled. “Easily. Miss Elisa, what do you want me to do?” he asked. Ruthlessness flashed on Elisa’s face as she hissed, “Kill him!” Robin nodded. Then, multiple darts showed up in his hands, and he looked murderous.

The Assassin was ready to maneuver the attacks when Charmine, at that very moment, activated her Final Move! The Dancer’s Final Move allowed her to jump in front of her enemy and shoot three arrows in one go, allowing her to then return to her original position. Just like that, it took the Dancer a mere second to strike down the Assassin, and she returned to her original position. It all happened in the blink of an eye. Not long after, words were displayed on the screen. [ASSASSIN GAME OVER] ASSASSIN GAME OVER! The newbie defeated him! How? How could the Dancer kill the Assassin!?

Rylan roared. Kade surged forward, shadows exploding outward— Too late. The assassin emerged fully from behind the pillar, face hidden beneath a dull gray mask, movements precise and practiced. No hesitation. No words. Just the clean arc of the strike. The Wraith screamed. “SHE IS MINE—” Lyra reacted on instinct. The white mark on her wrist flared violently. Light erupted between her and the blade, deflecting it just enough that the dagger skimmed her shoulder instead of piercing her chest.

Vincenzo countered his words. Wade picked up a bottle from the shelf and tested it in his palm. Good enough to knock them out. After all the assassins were down, Wade suddenly turned and lashed out at Vincenzo. The latter was quick to sidestep him and avoid his attack. But Wade had other ideas. He lifted his knee, came so close to Vincenzo that their nose almost touched. Instead he used his own head to knock Vincenzo in the face. Vincenzo stumbled backwards before he steadied himself.

I growled, stepping toward the bars. "You should ask the man coughing up blood on your floor, not the woman you have locked in a cage," she said. She slowly let go of the blade, letting it clatter to the stone. She didn't wince. She simply wiped her bloodied palms on her trousers and sat back down in the shadows, as if an assassination attempt was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. I turned to the assassin. He was foaming at the mouth, his eyes rolling back. Cyanide. Before he went limp, I pulled back his sleeve. There, branded into the flesh of his inner wrist, was a small, twisted serpent’s head.

The Silent One tried to raise his wires, but the electric shock had slowed his reflexes. Jack’s sword flashed. An upward strike. It cut through the assassin's dominant arm, severing the hand holding the wire. The Silent One didn't scream. He just stared at his stump. "Error," the synthesized voice said. "Calculation... flaw." Jack spun and delivered a roundhouse kick to the assassin's helmet. The visor shattered. The figure crumpled to the ground, the camouflage fading completely to reveal a pale, scarred man who looked more machine than human.

Hunter just smiled calmly and said, "You'll put the gun down!" "No way! I won't put the gun down until I die!" "No, you will..." Hunter said this as he suddenly exerted some force in his right hand and cracked the assassin’s right wrist. The assassin felt a bone-crunching pain and involuntarily let go of his grip.