World Finest Assassin Gets Reincarnated Novels & Stories

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

“Watched… me?” “Of course,” he whispered. “Who else arranged your soul’s passage from the mortal world? Who else shattered the boundary between planes so you could awaken here? Who else broke luminous laws for your rebirth?” A long silence was heard then, and Alessia’s voice cracked. “No one… rebirthed me. I died. And then I woke here because—because—” She didn’t know. She had never known. The assassin laughed softly. “You poor child. You truly believe reincarnation happens by accident?”

"You're okay, I guess." The rest of the ride was quiet. When the car stopped, I stormed out. After I slammed the door, I heard him call my name. I turned, confused, and saw Daniel's face half-hidden in the shadows. He spoke softly. "The truth is, it wasn't Jeffrey who comforted you back then. It was me. Jeffrey poisoned Bobby and killed him." I felt like I had been hit by lightning and just stared at him. "Why should I believe you?" "The white frangipani flower, remember?"

Dear, don't pretend you don't understand what I'm saying, we both know what I mean," grandmother remarked seriously to me. Damn it! I walked up to the table with my coffee and placed it on the table, taking a seat in front of mum, who was still staring at me coldly. "You know I don't do it anymore, grandmother?" "I reminded grandmother that I had quit doing it. "It doesn't mean you can't start afresh, sweetie," grandmother explained. "Are you insane, grandmother?" " I was enraged with her. grandmother only smirked at my reply, "Perhaps? Just be honest, sweetie, you miss your little adventure as an assassin," grandmother said as she finished the last of the pancakes on the table. I glanced at

Number five on the assassin leaderboard, Midnight Wind. Number six on the assassin leaderboard, Savage. Number seven on the assassin leaderboard, Grim Reaper. Number nine on the assassin leaderboard, Scorpion. Number ten on the assassin leaderboard, Death Dance. Apart from the deceased Black Snake and the first on the assassin leaderboard, the Assassin King, James had recruited almost all of the top ten assassins. “Black Dragon, you promised to give us ten billion dollars.” The Wanderer ranked fourth on the assassin leaderboard requested the 10 billion dollars promised by James.

And now only less than then assassins are left standing. One of the assassins took off its mask. It is a middle aged man. A man familiar to me. "El Morte," I said under my breath. It is the name of the guild. And the man who took of his mask is one of their first class assassins, Franco. I know him because we once fought but he escaped when he got severely injured. Didn't know he actually survived that. "Isn't it ironic? Werewolves are very strict when it comes to morality, and yet you are with an assassin from House of Spades?" Franco said playfully as his eyes drifted to me.

In the end, left with no other choice, The World's Will struck a deal with Ashton. The World's Will could bring me back to life, but it could only do so after Ashton's fated lover appeared. Ashton's memories would also be erased to see if he could accept his fated lover into his life. I was supposed to be revived much earlier, but The World's Will had come up with a scheme. It only brought me back to life when Sunny had almost completed her mission, hoping that both Ashton and I would accept our predetermined fates.

“Oh, lovely girl, it’s more than possible. After all, you are Azazel’s fated soul mate.” He releases my arms but remains in front of me with a penetrating stare. “You see...” He continues to talk as he raises his hand and caresses his index finger down my cheek. “…what you’ve thought were dreams are actually memories of your past lives, and I’ve killed you in all of them. Of course, you have to be such a pest and reincarnate every few hundred years. It’s a bloody nuisance. And to add insult to injury, your new reincarnation is of a powerful Siren.” He finishes with an accusing glare.

She places the call on speakerphone and we all wait when the click signals whoever it is has answered. “Hello Teagan, how can I help you?” My eyes go wide and I feel excited. I look at momma and she winks at me with a shit-eating grin on her face. “Hello Alessa. I need you help.” She says and I become giddy. The Mother’s Revenge are assassins and helped us get Rebel back. The Mother’s Revenge are fucking legends in both my world and the world of the MC.