Elf Assassin 소설 & 이야기

"Then we stop it. Today." Thalassa coordinated with a contact in law enforcement to bolster the security detail around Sofia’s hospital room. While Fiona and Darwin worked on identifying potential moles, Marcus traced the digital trail left by the would-be assassin. The name that kept resurfacing in various encrypted forums chilled them all: Elias Ward. A former military contractor turned mercenary, Elias was known for making his hits look like accidents. Overdoses, suicides, power outages followed by fatal missteps—he made death look like fate. If he had been hired to finish what the last team started, Sofia wouldn’t survive the day.

Its featureless helm turned slowly, first to Kairi, then to me, as if recalculating. “Who sent you?” Kairi demanded, his voice cold and hard as the bands of light. The assassin remained silent. “The armor is a sealed system,” Silas said, rising to his feet, the lure dissolving now that its purpose was served. “No life signs. No consciousness to interrogate. It’s a puppet.”

Upon seeing the assassin's stellar figure, fair-skinned face, charming eyes, and icy temperament, Easton could not help but gulp at how smoking hot that woman was. When Jada saw that the assassin strut in with a sexy gait, she was not happy at all and asked coldly, "Are you sure you hired a proper assassin and not just a woman with a pretty face?" "Of course she's a proper assassin! She's the four stars assassin whose code name is Black Rose!" Edward answered directly. The assassin chuckled. "It appears that this young lady right here doubts my abilities!" She walked over, sat down on a chair, and smiled coldly with an indifferent expression.

The one person you don’t call unless you’re serious. Alessio Rossi. An assassin. An underworld ghost. No one sees him unless they need someone found… or erased. Killian and I, we didn’t get our hands dirty—we had people like Alessio for that. The call was short. I gave him a brief rundown, and we discussed his f*e, which, as usual, was steep. He preferred to do things remotely—photo, location, drop-off. But I wanted to see him. I wanted to be sure it would be done right. No room for mistakes.

“We confirmed it. The Revenant took the contract. The one assassin everyone was terrified of. The one no one sees coming.” I let out a sharp breath and turned away, staring out the window. Moscow glowed beneath us, golden lights hiding rotting bones. “How the hell did he get to him?” I muttered. “That place was a fucking fortress.” “She’s a ghost,” Alek said quietly. “No pattern. No signature. She picks her kills like a god picks storms.” “She?” He nodded. “Her real name’s Amara Voss. Used to work under a few aliases; Russian, Italian, Middle Eastern. Never caught. Never seen. Just bodies and flames in her wake.”

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

Dresses aren't my thing. I'll pick a pair of jeans or sweats before I put on a dress. Dresses make me feel exposed and uncomfortable. I'm a warrior. I don't find killing myself to look good as a priority for the fact that I don't care about finding a mate. The mate bond is ridiculous, in my opinion. Falling for someone and losing yourself in them just because the Moon Goddess paired you two is utterly pathetic. Being an assassin, I learned that loving someone only leads to hurting them or yourself. Love makes people vulnerable and weak, and I want no part of it.

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.

"You can be an assassin if you're not a hitman!" "What's the difference?" I asked, having never heard of such a word. Ignacio grinned. "An assassin also kills for something in return. Most would kill for credits like a hitman but there are some who choose to kill for personal reasons or obligations. I thought it would suit you with your fight against the Parliament for liberation." I thought about it for a while. "Night Walker – The Liberal Assassin… There's a nice ring, I like it." The silence was comfortable for a while until I realised something. "Wait, how do you know what an assassin is? Even the term "hitman" was nowhere to be found in the normal archives."

We exit through the rear doors of the restaurant, which lead us to an alley that is full of garbage containers and is somewhat dimly lit. -Azael. -I say letting go of his hand as soon as I go down the two steps.- Can you tell what ...? I am interrupted by the sound of the door we just left an opening through and then everything happens very quickly. Azael pulls a pistol from the waistband of his suit and fires twice. I don't even have time to see him, but when I turn around, two men in black suits lie on the ground under two spreading stains of blood. I cover my mouth with one hand before being propelled again by Azael out of the alley. She walks very fast, so I am forced to have to run sinc