Wink Assassin Novels & Stories

She should just be a normal woman. However, all he wanted to do now was scream. ‘You damn b*tch! You deceived all of us!’ The assassin couldn’t defend himself at all. It all happened too quickly. His body was sent flying by the punch, as he spurted blood mid-air. To his horror, he realized that his core was destroyed. The other assassin was in charge of attacking Waltz. This assassin was known for using daggers. He swung one towards Waltz with full force. Shing!

The next instant, the two assassins dashed toward Jate, flanking him in a pincer movement. Jate snorted as he mocked. "What a bunch of craps!" He lifted his legs and kicked out. With two loud thuds, his feet hit Rock and Shin in the chest. Immediately, blood sprayed from the two assassins mouth as they flew backward like puppets that had their strings cut. They crashed to the ground by Lucas Brown's feet, coughing out one last mouth full of blood with their next fell to the sides limply. They were died in an instant.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

He smiled and said calmly, “We’re on the same boat now. You don’t need to be so nervous. Let’s chat.” “We’ve got nothing to say to you,” A twenty-seven or twenty-eight-year-old man replied. There was paint smudged on his face, so his exact appearance was not visible. When James was making the human mask, he had already called May and asked for some information about the top-ranked assassins. He glanced at the man who replied, and through the way he was dressed, James recognized him. His real name was unknown, and his codename was Midnight Wind. He was an SSS-ranked assassin, number five on the assassin leaderboard, and was incredibly strong.

Metal clashed—ringing sharp in the hush. “Who sent you?” I demanded, thrusting low. He dodged. Another thrust whistled past as he lunged, misjudging my speed. He barreled into my shoulder. Pain flared. I stumbled. Floor met my palm. Never stay down. From the low I kicked out. My foot caught his knee; bone snapped—he gasped and shifted backward, hissed. Perfect moment. I spun, cuffs clattering to ground. My wolf scent surged. The assassin faltered—eyes widening.

Julian whispered, his voice a low, terrifying rumble that vibrated right through the assassin's bones. Before the assassin could pull his poisoned dagger, Julian gripped the killer's wrist with brutal force and twisted it backward. A sharp, sickening crack echoed through the hallway as the assassin's arm snapped. The man opened his mouth to scream, but Julian’s other hand shot forward, his fingers crushing the assassin's throat, shutting down the sound instantly. The other three Vanguard killers reacted in a heartbeat, lunging at Julian with their poison-coated blades.

At least I'd aimed at the real one this time. "We both know you are," he said, darting forward and landing me another kick, my hip this time. The ring. I shook my head, wanting to vomit from the pain. No. Not yet. But Grey was out cold and it was die like this or die free of pain. I dug my thumb nail into the base of my middle finger and pushed, forcing the band up my finger. The tattooed man kicked again, doubling me over as his foot connected with my stomach.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

Like a viper in the dark, his hand shot out, fingers poised to strike at Alexander's back. Unperturbed, Alexander drew back his fist. Pivoting on his left leg, he unleashed a sweeping kick with his right. His leg met the assassin's clawed hand in a fierce collision. The assassin recoiled with a sinister chuckle, using the momentum of Alexander's kick to glide backward. Landing softly, he vanished once more, his presence as elusive as a wisp of smoke. Though his kick missed, Alexander's senses remained sharply focused on his adversary. His right leg grounded, his left kicked out in a rapid succession of blows. More than 20 kicks sliced through the air, each one igniting a burst of flame and s

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"