Romans & histoires Wink Assassin

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.

ATK-650 STR-217 DEF-500 DEX-100 Speed-69 AGI-69 Mana-300 INT-60 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Stealth(Disaster) Advanced Vision Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Ambush(Unique) Capture(Mystic) Humanoid Form(Lost Magic) Aura of Fire(Unique) Shadow Blink(Unique)] Well, well, well, I guess the assassin of our team has been found. Your genes are predisposed to assassination, my god! It seems impossible to say no to that after seeing your skillset and stats, so I'd like to know if anyone has any objections.

The Assassin said with an evil smirk. “Like you have the balls to do that!” Grace taunted. “Trying to make me angry my dear? Very clever of you, but I am not an amateur at this. We’ve spent enough time on chitchat, say goodbye, Kurt!” The Assassin said. The Assassin was about to pull the trigger, but Grace jumped and push the Assassin's arm up making him miss Kurt. She then stabbed Phoenix pin right into the Assassin's eye. Kurt shouted to raise the alarm as the Assassin pistol-whipped Grace.

Council interceptor. The Weaver stepped closer to my son, his silver mask reflecting the gold static of the boy’s blood. “Now,” the assassin whispered. “Let's see which one of you shatters first.”

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

the assassin lowers his gun and walks over to me. He wraps his arm around me and digs his finger into the wound in my shoulder. I lower my shoulder, trying to get away from him. "Get your filthy hands off of me," I snap at him. "Oh no, Lo," the assassin says as he pulls me in under his arm. "We have all agreed that we will have some fun with you before your time is up."

A moment of silence passed. “KYAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!” The assassin shouted at the top of his voice and released the knife as he held his crotch and rolled on the floor in intense pain. Wilson looked at the knife the assassin had carelessly released. He gripped the handle tightly and stabbed the assassin’s neck countless times as tears streamed down his face. Emotional pain, after all, is not meant to be kept in. He stabbed the assassin, venting his anger, his pain, his vengeance for Dale, Maxi and this old man he had never seen before. He stabbed and stabbed and stabbed, paying no attention to his surroundings.

He took a deep breath and turned to see five masked men in black silk uniforms standing right in front of them. Zayn's heart missed a beat recognizing the uniform they were wearing. "The Assassin Wolves" slipped from his lips even before he could think of stopping himself. 'The Assassin Wolves' was a notorious group in the west that kings of many kingdoms had tried to eradicate from existence but somehow the name rises again. It was a group of powerful werewolves, all members are alphas, who get paid handsomely to assassinate politicians and royal leaders. No one ever escaped an attack from them. Not even the king of a kingdom that was rich in beverages years ago, King Nathan.

As usual, she wore jeans assorted with a pink polo shirt with a pair of black sneakers. "Oh my God the rising star pack lacks strategies so much so that a woman is the one in charge of torturing prisoners," Wilson one of the prisoners puffed and I couldn't help but feel mad and unconsciously, my fist tied into a knot ready to give the bastard a destabilizing blow. Silence fell in the room. Tamsyn didn't react at first, then she smiled slowly walking his way: "The first thing you will have to learn with me is that it's necessary to hold your tongue," she replied before heading for the table where our torture utensils lay. Taking her time, she went over them one by one.