Elf Assassin 소설 & 이야기

A surge of satisfaction flooded my being as I surveyed my defeated opponent. Completing the mission was only the beginning. Now, faced with fragments of my own identity, I grappled with the task of unravelling the enigma that was my true self. Memories began to resurface, bit by bit, providing me with glimpses of my purpose. I was not merely an assassin, nor solely a seductress. I was Nemesis, a force to be reckoned with, and I vowed to let nothing stand in the way of my destiny.

I make my way to a rental car I have parked two blocks away, get in and drive back to Hotel LeVeque, where I plan to soak in a nice hot tub and get a good night’s rest. This is what my life consists of. I travel the globe killing people for a living. I don’t take any sexual gratification from what I do, I don’t even do it for the money really – although it does pay incredibly well. No, this work; this life, runs in my blood. It’s deep rooted in who I am. By the age of twenty-nine I have become one of the most prolific assassins in the world. To those in this shadow world or those who seek me out I am only known by my codename. Blackheart.

Alssandro Leone Romano James Mathews hung up and rounded his shoulder to get rid of the fatigue he now had. He is my Vice-President, henchman, undertaker, right-arm man. Despite his age and charisma, he was an ice-berg. A cruel callous bastard. Though he looked pristine and refined to the nines he had more blood on his hands than I did. We always had hired hands but this sadistic sicko liked to get his hands dirty. He took a pussy, disposed of it. He took a dime, impenitently.

It was as if I were looking for a needle in a haystack. If Silent Assassin weren’t an enemy of the law I would have applauded him for his bravery and for having such skills. He was very slippery just like an eel. And all of his victims are people who are hugely plagued by society. He is like Robinhood in modern times. It’s just that Robinhood stole from the rich and gave to the poor while silent Assassin kills the rich people who are plagues of society and bullies the people who are helpless because of their low status or don't have money. He will be good police if only he is not an assassin.

But if the driver could read his thoughts even in the slightest bit he must have died out of fear, Ekai widened his eyes and that was the only movement from him as a gesture of being alive! 'What if….is she pursuing Aysel's personality because her memories are acting up within her?' Ekai thought to himself fearing that his terrible deed had been caught and Aysel Saat aka Kazen MacNarma would eventually hate him for replacing her memories. Wait, what!? So, whatever that mysterious assassin lady said was true? Well, it seems so that Ekai Enzo Enrique was not the perfect choice to fit in a hero's personality but was he actually the villain of the whole tale?

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

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?”

She had seen Caleb many times on television as the MD, but Cassian Holt was a different story altogether. Cassian Holt was a name that sparked both fear and admiration in the business world. Known for his unmatched influence and ruthless efficiency, he earned the title of an assassin for his precise and cold approach to eliminating obstacles. No one had ever seen his face—his true identity was a complete mystery. This secrecy only added to his fearsome reputation, making him a shadowy figure whose mere mention could unsettle even the most confident. Those who crossed him or fell into his web of influence often faced severe, unseen consequences.

Chapter 1: The Mark The rain never stopped in Neon Eclipse City. It hammered against the glass walls of the penthouse club like it wanted to drown the sinners inside. Kael Voss stood on the VIP balcony overlooking the dance floor, black hood low over his sharp features, synthetic eyes scanning the crowd. Thirty-one years old, tall, lethal, and built like a weapon wrapped in expensive black tactical gear disguised as designer clothing. A ghost in the machine. The best assassin in the sprawl.

He extended his hand for a handshake. She grinned. "My name is Freya!" She extended her hand as well. "I am the assassin who will end your life someday. I will reclaim everything that belongs to me—I will not leave a dime, and none of you will live to see me rule my people," she reflected, letting out a painful smile. His parents have caused her seventeen years of nightmares, and she will not let it go. She will be his Luna as well as the secret vengeful assassin starting today.