Wink Assassin Novels & Stories

“You’ve done it. You have finally done it!” I shifted on to find the eyesore there. Locking onto the man I had dragged here, who was now propped against a rusted column. He was observed at the embrace, the sight, at the blood, at the look in Kristine’s eyes. He laughed. Motherfucker was laughing like it was the funniest thing he had ever seen. "Oh, what a beautiful sight," Edric wheezed, wiping blood from his chin. "The top 4th assassin of the underworld, The Hunter, has finally decided to drop the mask of innocence?”

He went for Xander’s throat. I met him halfway. My wolf surged as I caught the assassin’s wrist, I twisted it until his bone screamed, and slammed my elbow into his mask. It cracked. Blood sprayed. He went down hard, convulsing once before going still. Another followed. Then another. “Back to back,” Xander snapped. We moved, He took the left, I took the right. Steel sang. A blade grazed my ribs pain flared, bright and brief … and healed before the assassin could blink. His eyes widened. He hesitated.

Instead, his free hand caught my wrist, lightning fast, grip like iron. “Careful, assassin.” My heart slammed. He twisted my arm just enough to expose the lipstick tube. His thumb smeared the red across his finger, then brought it to his nose. “Nightshade derivative,” he murmured. “Creative.” I lunged, blade from my heel flashing in my other hand, aimed straight for his throat. He moved faster. Twisted my wrist until the blade clattered to the floor. His body pinned mine to the booth in a blur, chest to chest, his gun pressed hard under my chin before I could breathe.

No… Linus snapped back to reality. The woman was not Lucy; he had mistaken her. The woman was wearing a sexy strapless top, black stockings, ultra-short shorts, and heavy makeup. Linus expressed his thanks and continued drinking his own drinks without touching the glass that was sent over. No matter what, the first rule of an assassin was to trust no one, especially in a place like this that was full of all sorts of people. Linus drank his beer. Beer was nothing to him, at most like a soft drink. It was incapable of making him drunk.

His knotted shoe lace denoted an ancient symbol used by dangerous assassin's called,'wingles', his black leather jacket stood firm and opposed the movement of the wind, he was no average assassin, he was the immediate leader of the wingles. He clenched his gun with a death grip and advanced, Edwin mustered up courage to challenge him, beads of sweat had formed on his forehead as he pushed Everly behind him and swept a hand across the forehead to get rid of the sweat. The masked man cocked his gun and aimed at Edwin. “No!” Everly thundered and pushed him to the side, her scream had ignorantly drawn the attention of an old man, who happened to be a passer-by, he planted himself by the window a

Then lightning cracked the sky, brief but blinding, and that’s when I saw it. A lone figure stood in the clearing, staring directly at the window. Dressed in pitch black from head to toe, his face hidden behind a mask. Two curved knives were strapped in an ‘X’ across his back, their hilts glinting beneath the flash of light. I gasped. An assassin. Not just any assassin, but one of them. I’d heard stories, ghosts in the night, scentless killers trained by elite packs to eliminate without a trace. Only those with dark secrets and darker power could summon them.

She opened her eyes, the scene in front of her even more shocking. "Miss, get out of here quickly! I'll deal with this assassin!" Emma yelled fervently. The young girl stood in front of Flora, her eyes full of alertness as she watched the man who had just been forcefully kicked and was now clumsily getting up from the ground. The handgun lay discarded within the close proximity of the three. The kick was not weak. Winky felt as if his internal organs had been turned inside out. With a sidelong glance at the gun, he evaluated the possibility of escaping the grip of the female bodyguard, achieving his goal for the night.

He pesters me as I struggle with myself to at least be able to wiggle my fingers. I hate him. I hate him so much. No particular reason as to why they want him dead? His words right now are enough reasons. What part made me this unconscious? Was it the hit? Or was it the fact that I cut myself? Was it my blood? I have bled one too many times. Aunt Kitra made sure I never had my trainings easy. “What is an assassin if you cannot fight the same death you have made your job?” He continues to pester me as he increases his pressure on my foot.

The only thing that was bleeding profusely was the big slash of wound on her front. As if she hadn't anticipated the attack at all, or was caught off guard. Aside from her injuries, Avyanna discovered that the injured girl was burning hot from fever. It was a good thing Avyanna managed to pack a medkit from their resthouse. Just as she took her time treating the girl's wound, who seemed to be a few years younger than her, her thoughts drift back to what had happened after Avyanna went further into the forest. An assassin's specialty is their agility, speed, and flexibility. They can outrun anything and disguise their trails to avoid detection. Furthermore, both darkness and the unknown have

Pick the black guy, Percy said to the guy by the screen stopping his movement again. The assassin in question was a very dark man with skin like coffee, and eyes that matches his skin with piercing cheeks bones, and hollow cheeks, his stare intense and deadly. His nickname 'Blade' thirty-six, been with the agency for eight years, has a rank of gamma with six hunts, and slices through his victims before they could see his blade coming, he is fast and calculating. The next Assassin picked was called Lighting a young very beautiful curvaceous woman with fiery beach blonde tresses floating down her back, parted at the center with pale liquid blue eyes that looked to have sparkles in them with a