Novel & Cerita Elf Assassin

“When she didn’t return my calls, I assumed she must be here, with you. You are her mate after all.” “Who are you exactly?” I demanded. To my knowledge, only Selene’s family had known we were mated, and all of them knew she was dead. “Forgive me, Alpha. My name is Alistair.” He nodded his head respectfully. “I must admit, I absconded from Cerathe under false pretenses. I am, or was rather, the leader of the assassin’s guild.” “Selene is dead.” I stated bluntly. “You of all people should know that. She left on an assignment and I felt our bond shatter. I felt her die.”

“Then, it must really be good because I care about you a lot.” Argent releases a relaxed chuckle and leans back on the chair’s backrest as he runs his gaze down my naked chest. “If we’re going to be together, you have to know, Pen. I’m not just a grunt who works for a government agency. I’m one of the top directors of an organization of Assassins. Some powerful people wish me ill, and you might be in danger of simply being with me. I’ll protect you, but I need you to know this because I don’t want you coming in blind. Right now, I’m on the hunt for a former friend who has betrayed me. I was searching for him the night that we met─ the night of the auction. I’ve known Sebastian for years, and

A hidden panel slid wider with a whisper of movement. A figure stepped through. All black...Face masked. The assassin. Elara stumbled back, breath tearing from her lungs. “You’re not supposed to be here,” she whispered. The assassin tilted his head. Familiar...Wrong. He moved fast. Elara dodged as a blade slashed where her throat had been. She fell hard, pain flaring in her side. Stone bit into her palms as she scrambled backward. The assassin advanced silently. “You can’t kill me,” she said, desperate. “They’ll tear this place apart.”

I scoffed, staring intently at the TV. ​He was simply a prick who deserved to die. I had merely gotten rid of their trash. ​I threw myself onto the couch, taking one big gulp from the bottle in my hand, not bothering to change out of my clothes. My apartment was a mess; I rarely had time to take out the trash. ​My name is Evelyn. I work for an Organization that specializes in weaponizing young girls into deadly assassins and assets for big shots who want to clean up messes. ​I snapped out of my thoughts when my watch began beeping. It meant I had another assignment. This made me frown; I wasn't supposed to take up another job on the same day as a hit.

She placed the palms of her hands on his face, down the light stubble that coated his tanned skin. "It's just rumors, stories told in his pack to frighten them all into submission." Isaiah replied, his voice notably stronger. With a small smile that spoke of gentle affection, he removed Mera's hands from her face and placed them against his lips. Once they were no longer touching, that shadow fell back over his eyes and the worry continued to creep in. "There were three who were able to give me some insight, though the details change from person to person. The assassin is a white wolf, one with the ability to resist abilities. Another said she has the ability to steal abilities, but I find t

She got up from the ground and resumed her arrogance. “I heard that you’re all very strong. Can you defeat that assassin?” she asked. Robin frowned. Frost was an ace assassin of God’s Lance. He was not weak. But when he saw that Frost had only one arm, he chuckled. “Easily. Miss Elisa, what do you want me to do?” he asked. Ruthlessness flashed on Elisa’s face as she hissed, “Kill him!” Robin nodded. Then, multiple darts showed up in his hands, and he looked murderous.

His hands hovered over the screen of the phone as he spent some minutes rethinking his decision to call the man, Gabriel. Gabriel Rossi was an assassin, a highly skilled one at that, who had worked for Marco in the past. Through Marco’s diggings into Alessa, he discovered Alessa and Gabriel were in a foster home together, and they also worked together if that is what you would call it on a hit.

The look on his eyes became deadlier than ever. "She's a girl. The assassin was a. . a woman. And, she was a hired killer always disguised as a runway model. Her name was. ." The sniper coughed blood painfully like talking for so long was requiring too much of his remaining energy. "Her name was. . it was. . Zara. Zara Auclair Lavigne."

“Talk. Or I’ll make sure you wish you had.” The assassin faltered, sweat dripping down his temple. Finally, his resistance broke. “It…It was a girl. From the Academy. She paid us.” Cassian’s jaw tightened. “What girl?” The assassin hesitated, but Kai snarled, baring teeth, and the man’s resolve crumbled. “Elena,” he rasped. “Her name was Elena.” The silence that followed was deafening. Drasa’s stomach dropped, and Cassian’s face twisted with fury. He had suspected Elena’s bitterness, but this…this betrayal was deeper than anything he could have imagined.