Elf Assassin Novelas e Histórias

Third POV " Oh , it's because privacy is very important for assassins. They can't disclose their identities to anyone. But believe me, my captains are talented in every field," Brendon replied sarcastically. " Proceed with your introduction quickly," Brendon says and the next one gets up. " I'm an assassin too, I'm called a blood hunter." Another female captain, she was brunette with a slim figure, the trained body of assassins for escaping and running away. " I'm a Sniper, my codename is Blossom."

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"

She was just about to do the same when another intruder came in, interrupting her again! A fight between a notorious assassin against a former military man occurred. Both did not want to lose from one another. Brianna did not waste her time watching them, but she remained cautious. She was too alert that she noticed when the one-eyed man tried to throw a fixed blade knife in Wesley's direction. She was aware of why the guy would do such a thing. If his superior dies, he automatically succeeds the position if he makes it here alive and returns to their camp or organization.

the King stated. "I agree, we don't know when will he strike again." Fernando admitty. "Wait," Eve said, "father, you said he is a lone hit man, then what about the group of men that is with him?" "Yes, they are with him." Fernando nodded, "But they are a different organization that the culprit must have paid to assist the elf in this assassination." "Since all of those thugs died," Stevan said, "then our only lead to the culprit who paid them to kill us is the elf."

Maybe her will-power and strength were not par from honey bone, the former top one Assassin in the world. “Lesly hunter , how’s was the situation there?” asked the man to her over the phone. Yes, the beautiful woman was no another than, Lesly hunter the top one high class assassin in the world. “Yes, Mr. Young master of Luckser. he was guarded by the woman, but don’t worry I’ll find enough time to assassinate him. It was just a piece of cake.” Said Lesly hunter to him.

So she chose the more exhausting method. "Damn this catastrophe," the female assassin cursed as she searched the apartment. She went through the place carefully for two reasons: to look for food, and to make sure there were no survivors. She pulled on winter clothes, concealing her full, alluring figure, then gathered up the last scraps of food in William's home and ate slowly. Her name was Electra Willow. Yes—she wasn't a local. She was a professional assassin. She was fluent in five languages, skilled in disguise, and highly trained in hand-to-hand combat.

He walks to the point where Ronan is , kneels beside him, he stands turning, making sure he is dead. He stands and turns, walking back into the woods, “zoom further, “ “It’ll distort the image, sir.” “Do it,” the image degrades, and I get what I need the way the person moves, the precision in every step. “Elias.” The name leaves my mouth, the hacker stiffen. “You know him?” He asks quickly, “look…. Man, I don't want any trouble. This guy looks like the real deal assassin.” “He wasn't there to help him. He was there to finish it in case the truck didn't finish the job.”

Her feint worked perfectly–one of the leading assassins flinched and sidestepped, breaking formation. In that split–second distraction, Elisa flicked out a silver needle. It whistled through the air and embedded itself in the assassin’s neck. The scream died in his throat. He crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Nine more assassins left. The leader cursed under his breath. His patience snapped, and he surged forward, knife in hand. Before he could close the gap, however, another few assassins fell. This time, it wasn’t Elisa's doing–it was Maurice’s four bodyguards.

The ceiling did. A figure dropped from the ventilation shaft with the silent grace of a predatory cat. He was dressed in matte-black carbon fiber, his face a mask of burn scars and tactical glass. It was Kaelen—the Aegis Initiative’s primary "Eraser." Nevan had thrown him through a stained-glass window at the estate, leaving him for dead in the gravity well. He was supposed to be a corpse. Instead, he was a ghost with a grudge.

****** Aria POV The scent of his tobacco smoke filled the back of the SUV, heavy and suffocatingly familiar. I forced myself not to react, keeping my eyes fixed on the digital schematics Zero was feeding to my wrist terminal. Malakai was circling the truth like a shark sensing blood in the water. He didn't have the final proof —he couldn't possibly fathom that the fragile, broken girl he had rescued from a staged syndicate purge was actually the mythical assassin Ghost. To him, Ghost was a historical nightmare, a weapon utilized by the older generation of syndicates. He had no idea I had used the civilian cover story to permanently escape that blood-soaked life, only for his own possessivene