Wink Assassin Novels & Stories

he warned again and Alessa raised her middle finger to him and turned to the door. “I am an assassin, what’s the worst that can happen?”

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

Whoever they were, they wore neutrality like a weapon. Maxim lunged again, claws flashing. The assassin repulsed, silver blades screaming against his bones. The clash rang through the atrium, drowning the cries of startled delegates. Zara gathered power in her palm, calling the pulse of the Vale itself. The earth answered, a deep thrum that made the glass walls shiver. She aimed for the assassin’s feet, sending a shockwave through the marble. Cracks spider-webbed outward, sharp and sudden. The assassin staggered—but only for a heartbeat. With a dancer’s poise, they vaulted onto a table, scattering goblets of moonwine. Silver mask glinted as they surveyed the room, as if measuring the chaos t

I have been speechless all day, wondering how Gertrude figured her way out of the murder. It is now so clear that she has people working for her in every corner you turn. I had played this game before, and I lost. It's time to level the field before the times turn on me again. I am a wolf assassin, and I have been one for years. It's about time I started acting like one.

She stretched her fingers slowly to adjust on the comfort before walking towards the mat where Agent Gavin Thompson is waiting for her, standing rather arrogantly. “I’ll go easy on you, Walters,” Gavin said with a smile. “You can make the first move.” She raised her hands in the air, the left hand slightly higher to protect her face. She looked at Gavin calmly before she finally took one step forward and threw her right fist into a curved, aiming for his jaw. She then recoiled when Gavin expertly blocked her and threw a counter punch that hit her on the left cheek. “Let’s go, Walters,” he mocked lightly. “That was an easy counter. You could have blocked it.”

The killer moved like a shadow. A hidden blade appeared in his hand, flashing in the dim light above. Jason had expected this sneaky move. He braced himself, impressed by the sheer speed of the attack. The knife sliced toward Jason's ribs, a blur of motion too fast for the human eye to track. It was a deadly strike meant to end the fight in seconds. But Jason was already moving. His enhanced reflexes reacted, blocking The Wraith's wrist. The force behind the blow sent a tingle up his arm; this was no normal assassin. Jason countered instantly, his hand shooting out to strike the assassin's collarbone. The Wraith's modified body absorbed most of the impact, but he still staggered.

For the next three days, armed with the precise itinerary provided by the scrolling comments, I began my little operation–cutting her off at every turn. Tuesday afternoon. Janet was meeting her second target. The number one assassin on the Starlight server. Game ID: Shadow. I slipped into a fitted black outfit–sleek, bold, impossible to ignore–and arrived at the lounge bar, Muse, thirty minutes early. Shadow was a silver-haired boy with a rebellious edge, the kind of untamed wildness that bled into real life.

The assassin stood, brushed the mud off her knees, and leaned down to finish me off— The instant the dagger's tip was about to pierce the fabric over my chest, my eyes snapped open. I jerked upright and lunged, mouth open, and sank my teeth into the inside of her knife-hand wrist — right over the ulnar nerve and the artery. My teeth punched through skin and muscle and locked against bone. "Ahhh!" The assassin screamed. The dagger clattered away. She lashed out, slamming her free hand into my temple, and I collapsed, instantly losing consciousness. Just as the assassin reached for her fallen dagger, a chain of deep, rumbling howls rose from the heart of the forest.

He heard a crack and his head snapped back. “Shit.” Shadow Hunter cursed aloud and slowly let his leg down on the muddy puddle. A mask was set over the bridge of his nose, covering his face from the nose down. “Hi there!” He grinned from under his mask. And he instantly pulled out a sharp, long knife. Erdem had completely turned around by then and before the assassin could position himself, Erdem was already in front of him. Erdem pushed the knife out of his hold with a strike and his other hand collided with the assassin’s jaw squarely.

He locked his gaze directly on my stomach. "The spark must be extinguished," the assassin rasped, his voice sounding like two heavy stones grinding together. "Before the unborn king rises." "Touch her and I'll gut you!" Maya roared, lunging forward with her dagger! "Maya, NO!" I screamed! The assassin didn't even flinch. With terrifying, speed, he dodged Maya’s strike, grabbed her by the wrist, and slammed her violently against a heavy stone pillar! CRACK!