Wink Assassin Novels & Stories

For them, bliss was equivalent to no b*tchy-asses trying to put you six feet under the ground. Zion took a bite out of the brownies and pressed a button on the laptop and on the projector screen several blurry pictures of a woman figure, which were probably taken from a distance appeared, "...that's the places she last appeared. Killed thirteen burly guys without even sweating. Quite secretive and purely professional. A sexy assassin with surprises" "Not-so-Gentlemen, I present to you, black swan!" Then he pressed another button and played a blurry clip of a woman, killing men with knife and blades. In less than fourteen seconds she killed thirteen men without even her breath getting uneven.

The vibro-blade slammed against the dense carbon-fiber plates of the moonstone wraps, emitting a shower of bright orange sparks. Rhys didn't even flinch. He gripped the assassin’s wrist, his fingers squeezing until the bones gritted together. With a cold, calculated twist, he disarmed the man, drove his knee directly into his chest, and threw him over his shoulder, slamming him into the concrete floor with a bone-shattering thud.

he groans before snapping his fingers and we were back in Mika's house "Hehe," I grin before walking out of the bathroom with Death following and then stepping into Mika's room. I put my hands on Death's chest trying to push him out, but he smirked down at me standing up without even faltering a little. Before I was able to say anything, Death and I both ducked as a knife went flying over us. "Mika!" I shout turning around to her quickly, hoping that there are no more weapons in her assault. "Oh, I'm sorry," She says smacking my hand before knocking our fists, "Who's this?" She asks before looking at his face and jumping back

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

Some secrets will get you killed. Without a single warning, Elder Jabari tilts his stone cup back, drains it in one gulp, and snaps his wrist. The heavy goblet flies through the air like a bullet, aimed straight at my face. Amara and Vivian turn white as ghosts. The attack is too fast to see, completely lethal. Elder Jabari used to be the head assassin for the international werewolf military forces. His throw is meant to kill. If that heavy stone hits my skull, my head will split open.

The figure was hurled away as it landed on the ground, but it rolled over twice and swiftly stabilized itself. The petite figure raised her head and looked at the assassin. A smile crossed her delicate yet mischievous face. She stuck out her tongue and pulled a face as she squealed. "Hahahahaha!" At the same time, the assassin goggled at her in disbelieve with his bulging eyes as he kneeled down, his huge tower like body fell face down ward on the floor. He fell right in front of Hilda and blood splattered every where over the floor.

The walls were lined with warding runes—Lux, Aqua, Terra, and Ignis—woven in thick rings to prevent any Luminous user from escaping. In the center, chained to a carved pillar, sat the assassin even bound by wrists and ankles, their presence was chilling. Their silver mask had been removed, revealing a young man—no older than twenty—with dark hair matted with sweat, a sharp jaw tense, and pale skin dusted with soot and dried blood. But his eyes—his eyes were wrong, not frightened, not broken, and not pleading. They were focused, eerily calm, as if nothing in the world could shake them.

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."

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.

*TIINK* *TIINK* *THUNK* Three different daggers, same location. Mane was surprised by the accuracy of their strikes, for each tossed dagger struck the same section of his neck, and the last one created a dent in his diamond body. Mane swiftly performed a sweeping kick, forcing the assassins to abandon their pursuit and seek solace in the sky. Then he flipped back up; but there was one who had been lying in wait. Once Mane’s back was presented to him, he struck.