Wink Assassin Novels & Stories

With one sharp kick, he knocked the blade straight from Black Wolf's hand. Black Wolf's heart sank. "You were faking sleep?" Andrew smirked. "What do you think?" From the other side of the bed, Aspen suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs, "Intruder! Someone grab the assassin!" Black Wolf cursed. "You filthy pair! I swear, I'm gonna kill you both myself!" According to the second rule of the assassin's code, you should not stick around if you missed your first strike. Instead, you had to retreat to ensure survival and live to strike again.

I couldn’t seem to peal my eyes away from my mate as I watched him run through a few warmup exercises as the rest of his warriors filtered onto the field. The shrill sound of a whistle breaking through the silent morning air finally allowed me to tear my eyes away from him. I scanned the group as they lined up for their group warmup, my eyes catching sight of a lone she-wolf among the men. ‘Interesting’. Raina purred at the sight of her. She looked like an amazon, her long brown hair pulled back into a high pony, her tank top and shorts revealing coiled muscles along the length of her entire body. I hoped she would perform well, I wanted her for my crash course into assassin techniques. Wome

The glare I received made me tighten my grip as I shook my head. Colin, who was watching us this entire time, grinned. “Looks like the little lady here isn’t just for show… If you know what’s good for him, you’ll spend the night with me.” Ignacio looked torn. This wasn’t planned and he seemed to have forgotten that I was a man who trained with a retired hitman to become an assassin. I smiled and gave him a gentle push, urging him to leave. Gritting his teeth, Ignacio glared at Colin who was gloating over Ignacio’s defeat. “I’ll be leaving for the night then, Mr Veneral. Please enjoy your time.”

He withdraws his dagger from the wall before raising it "So long little bunny." My eyes widen as my legs moved, adrenaline seeping through me, ducking at the threat before dashing to a random hallway. Wait Zero, I heard that name somewhere before. I mentally said as another memory resurfaced, __________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "Mid whatever happens don't come across these two." He said showing me two pictures "The one on the left is the first assassin known as the boogeyman, and he's famous for his 100 killing streak while the one on the right is Zero he..."

Jack is the only person in the palace who knows I'm an assassin and that's because dad usually send us out on a mission together. One thing with Jack is that he never gives up on a mission till it's accomplished but I'll be damn if I let him take my victory. I'm not going to let him kill Aris, like I said the prince is mine to kill. I searched around the park, using my eyes to scan everywhere looking for anything out of normal/ordinary. I froze when I saw a hitman's gun at a top building across the street. Oh shit no! He's planning on shooting him.

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

They both look like dictators reigning above everyone. Keeping my eye on both of them, I signal Connor and gesture to the two targets. Connor moves close and nudges me forward. Just as we’re about to move, a shot rings out across the room, and pandemonium ensues. I glance back to see our assassins fighting and then look back up and rush forward when I see that the Senator and Kennedy Lynch are running away. As I’m nearing the stairs, a man appears and takes a swing at me, but I’m ready. Gripping his wrist with both hands, I kick him in the kneecap, twist his arm behind his back and put pressure until I hear the sound of bone breaking. The man cries out in agony as his body slumps to the grou

Lyph~ the soul which resided within the baby's body, was a notorious Killer. Killed thousands of lives, be it corrupted or innocent as it was her job. She was also a weapon smith, but only making weapons for herself, deadly kinds of weapons, many even wished for her to make theirs too, but she refused nonetheless.

Then, gritting his teeth and swinging his arm to knock his assailant back, he shot through his ribs. But before he could recover, another person emerged from the darkness. A blade flashed towards his face. Nicholas barely dodged, the sharp edge close enough to graze his cheek. He fired a shot, but Adrian's men, his attackers, were already on the move and they were swift and threatening. Grabbing his wrist, one of them roughly twisted it. His gun fell out of his hand and clattered against the concrete that had been soaked by the rain.

A blade gleamed silver black, quickly rushing for my throat. I rolled, fury and instinct taking over my body. The dagger kissed my cheek, sending fire across my skin, but missed my jugular by a whisper. “Kale!” I screamed, though I knew he was too weak to rise. The assassin snarled, mask glinting in the torchlight, his movements sharp and precise...trained, not a common rogue. His second strike came for my heart, but I caught his wrist, claws digging deep. Blood spilled, and still he pushed, eyes glowing faintly with a red I knew too well. Ritual blood.