Wink Assassin Novels & Stories

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.

Jacob smiled as he led Midnight Dancer away. The next few hours were filled with gift-giving and conversation. Grace’s favourite gift was from Erin, an Assassin’s Ring. An Assassin’s ring is a ring that had a concealed blade that would pop out when a button was ⎌pressed on the band. This Assassin’s ring was exquisitely made out of Gold and decorated with a pretty vine pattern. There was no way anyone would be able to tell what it was by looking at it.

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.

"Arden?" "Yes?" "I don't want to hear him screaming," she ordered still staring at the prisoner who was now curious to see what she would do. Arden took a piece of towel on the table to cover Wilson's mouth in such a way that no sound could be heard: Tamsyn slowly walked to him, stared at him for a moment, and then stopped behind the bastard before she squatted : " You have beautiful fingers you know. I love how slender they are," she said trailing the iron scissors on his palms.

But I didn't, not when all I was focused on as she started to circle the edge of my desk, was bending her ass over my desk and screwing my self into her body and soul, leaving her wrecked only to fix her back together. Kayla walked between me and the desk, the smell of orange blossom and vanilla filling my nose as she lifted her ass onto my desk, legs dangling just in front of my knees. "If this is what it'll take to stop you from breathing down my neck, then sure." she said softly. Locking her eyes with mine, she slipped her sandals off her feet, her tits spilled over her dress in the process, giving me more than an eye-full of her pale, milky tits.

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.