The Silent Phoenix
  • Reads 2,430
  • Votes 353
  • Parts 50
  • Time 4h 42m
  • Reads 2,430
  • Votes 353
  • Parts 50
  • Time 4h 42m
Ongoing, First published Jul 28, 2019
Highest ranking: 2nd in bombs
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Name: Luciana Crest

Gender: Female

Job: Assassin

Type: Field Agent

Status: Deceased

That's what her file says now. That's what it has said for five years.

But, what others don't know, is that she's out there. Alive. And hiding.

~~~~~~~

Luciana has completely cut off ties from her former friends and family, letting them believe she's dead. What else would you do when you had a lunatic, who wants you dead, behind your back?

She's living out in the open with a fake name. She starts to feel almost normal. Except for the fact that she doesn't really try to interact with a lot of people which makes her come off as standoffish with her neighbors. Who has time for that, really?

Everything seems fine for the first five years.

And then shit hits the fan.

All because of one mission.

Mission: 803
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Surprise?"

He was still looking at the gun, which I didn't let waver.

"I didn't know you still kept a gun"

"How inconvenient for you."
All Rights Reserved
Table of contents
Sign up to add The Silent Phoenix to your library and receive updates
or
#192wattpadindiaawards
Content Guidelines
You may also like
Tried For Error by CBNellnebach
42 parts Complete
"Previously known as... Scarletstroke: Girl assassin" * No hesitation * No killing of children * No killing of innocent people * No emotions * And defenitely, NO falling in love ~ Those are the main rules code named Scarletstroke, former assassin Scarlett Gonzales lives by. She is a highly-trained, highly-precise and highly-dangerous killer who considers herself the same as any other businesswoman, doing 'just her job' and convincing herself that she is dealing with 'just her target' rather than a person. She succeeds in contract killing better than any known assassin that ever existed and successfully ignores all feelings or emotions, knowing that they tend to make the "job" not go as planned. So when a new contract comes in and the mark is a certain gang leader that caught Scarlett's eye, she couldn't resist venturing deeper into a world filled with illegal activities on a personal mission to find out why he has a price on his head. Although, what she finds in that world isn't quite what she expected. Now, torn between duty and passion, Scarlett must decide if she pulls the trigger or if she becomes the target herself? Who knows, maybe he might be the answer to her deepest desires. Because her next target: Cayden Carlisle. +++ The culprit took in a deep, calming breath. "You may as well shoot me now, but just know that I am still going to kiss you." By the time he grabbed her waist with one hand and her wrist, connecting to the hand holding the gun, with the other... she was lost. Completely gone. She never stood a chance. His smell, his mouth, his soft growling noises. They were more than enough to disarm her. "I finally figured something out about you." He whispered, pulling her closer, trying to meld every part of her to him. "You display all your emotions through body language. In this case, your hand is betraying your mask." Every word of his was chosen for maximum impact. No wasted syllables, no extra breaths. Just facts.
Forever Fighting  |  ✔️ | [previously Espionage: double-cross] by WinterWillow901
76 parts Complete
Guns, revenge and buildings to bomb, what could go wrong? ✮ He came in, gun held out in front of him in one hand while the other was resting on his hip where a sharp dagger gleamed in the light. "Come on out little girl, why not make this easier for both of us. The agency you ran away from just want to have a little talk, that's all." She scoffed internally. Yeah right. Then the footsteps ceased. She peeked to the right, then to the left. Neither direction showed any sign of the intruder. She looked up in front of her and gasped, the glint of steel and smell of death as overwhelming as it was adrenaline inducing, exciting. "Boo." ✮ Murder, accidents, assassinations. Call it what you will, it's all the same, all has the same life breaking, mind shattering consequences - be it for the victim or the bystander. It had shaped Alex in a way no one should be. Broken down and rebuilt into the perfect soldier, one who had the power to change the world, to fight battles that would either make or break the carefully constructed vision we all live in. The only small, minute, really unimportant detail - it's pretty hard to get into a government classified site when you're 15 years old and have a rag-tag team of double-crossing back-stabbers behind you. Not to mention the threat of a world war and ghost hanging above your head. Armed with sarcasm, wit, and a hell of a lot of aggressive intentions, it won't be too long till a sticky situation is all that's ahead of you. Sometimes, running head-first into a situation isn't the best idea. Instead, you gotta play a game. A deadly game where either you have all the pieces on the board, or you have nothing. [previously known as Espionage: double-cross] Thanks for reading :)
Syndicate of tribulation by LittleMiss3xtra
40 parts Ongoing
Book 2 * CAN'T BE READ AS A STAND ALONE* "Arson after all, is an artificial crime... A large amount of houses deserve to be burnt" ~ H.G. Wells Excerpt: "Wake up. You can't die, you still owe me. If you think that you can die without ever paying me back then you are foolishly ignoramus" Blurb: Tironai King-Von. He is is what most would label as 'crazy', though he prefers 'arsonist'. With a vendetta against many and enemies with almost everyone he's ever met -- you can already tell he is a difficult person to be around. With a mind working at 1 million miles an hour it's hard to sleep at night, especially after knowing that his life along with the rest of his teams are coming to an end. After uncovering the secrets of the government he is faced with a hard decision - kill or be killed, chase or be chased, run from your past or let your past run from you. A heart made of wood, that burns brightly with his proclivity for fire, will he find something or someone to douse the flames that have been devouring him for years? Will he he find what he has been looking for? Or will he continue setting fire after fire, feeding his addiction? An assassin, an arsonist, a thief, a mad scientist, a psychopath, and a manipulator. The syndicate of tribulation, the only ones that can save them is them. Buried secrets being uncovered and skeletons in their closets coming back to life. Will they really be their own heroes or continue their path of self-destruction? Read and find out.
Now Whose Got The Gun by monemoor_
25 parts Complete
I clutched the gun to my chest. The blood on my hands, outfit and hair knotted with it. The body stared up at her, mocking her. I finished the job. But why did I feel so empty. The assignment was to kill the target, not everyone that I did. But they always said whatever it takes to get the job done. I killed people for a living. I was good at what I did... I enjoyed what I did. Memories were filling my mind too quickly to stop them so I just let them run their course. *** His weight disappeared from me and his hand grabbed the front of my leather jacket and yanked me to my feet. One of his hands were wrapped around me throat while the other was flicking a switch blade back and forth. I stared at it, flicking in and out addicted to the trance. I looked up as his voice interrupted me. "What am I going to with you Liza?" "I don't know brother. Why don't you tell me?" "Hmm," his fingers brushed my face. He was vulnerable; I stepped on his feet and watched as he yelped in pain. I reached for the gun on the mantle behind me. I cocked the gun, the safety clicked off. "Liza?" His voice was weak and frightened. "Please." He was always a good actor. His eyes were betraying his words. They were dark with vengeance and fury. His body lunged towards me. I pulled the trigger, hearing a noise echo in my ears. I dropped the gun on the ground. My feet slowly dragged my body over to Liam's body. His fair blonde hair was turning a darkish yellow red from the blood spilling from his lifeless body. Previously named: 'I'm Back, And Now I Have A Gun'
You may also like
Slide 1 of 10
Tried For Error cover
Forever Fighting  |  ✔️ | [previously Espionage: double-cross] cover
Femme Fetale cover
Your's truly (Levi X OC) cover
Do Not Tell  cover
Tale of a Vampire Assassin cover
Syndicate of tribulation cover
Surrender cover
Now Whose Got The Gun cover
AORA : His Little Liar cover

Tried For Error

42 parts Complete

"Previously known as... Scarletstroke: Girl assassin" * No hesitation * No killing of children * No killing of innocent people * No emotions * And defenitely, NO falling in love ~ Those are the main rules code named Scarletstroke, former assassin Scarlett Gonzales lives by. She is a highly-trained, highly-precise and highly-dangerous killer who considers herself the same as any other businesswoman, doing 'just her job' and convincing herself that she is dealing with 'just her target' rather than a person. She succeeds in contract killing better than any known assassin that ever existed and successfully ignores all feelings or emotions, knowing that they tend to make the "job" not go as planned. So when a new contract comes in and the mark is a certain gang leader that caught Scarlett's eye, she couldn't resist venturing deeper into a world filled with illegal activities on a personal mission to find out why he has a price on his head. Although, what she finds in that world isn't quite what she expected. Now, torn between duty and passion, Scarlett must decide if she pulls the trigger or if she becomes the target herself? Who knows, maybe he might be the answer to her deepest desires. Because her next target: Cayden Carlisle. +++ The culprit took in a deep, calming breath. "You may as well shoot me now, but just know that I am still going to kiss you." By the time he grabbed her waist with one hand and her wrist, connecting to the hand holding the gun, with the other... she was lost. Completely gone. She never stood a chance. His smell, his mouth, his soft growling noises. They were more than enough to disarm her. "I finally figured something out about you." He whispered, pulling her closer, trying to meld every part of her to him. "You display all your emotions through body language. In this case, your hand is betraying your mask." Every word of his was chosen for maximum impact. No wasted syllables, no extra breaths. Just facts.