Assassin Books Novels & Stories

Would be use as an evidence. Back then as an assassin, I always made sure I destroy every proof that I have. Every single one of them, I don't ever leave any trail or something that could stand as a weapon against me. I am always careful. There was this particular book that caught my eye, is actually the title that piqued my interest... The book title is, *The kidnapping of five kids.* This is so gross, killing people wasn't enough, he actually... Kidnapped kids! My father is a real psycho.

A Demon assassin to be specific. Yeah, cool right? I get to kill my target in just one snap of my fingers, not leaving any traces, I will just slit their throats and then vanish, as if nothing happened. And oh, the fire outside? I am the cause of that, not because I was just bored, but because my target was living there and I had to set the whole building on fire because the guy pissed me off.

If they want to become righteous, do it outside, not in the underground! Many protested when XYS was founded. No assassins even dared to register themselves in an odd organization. But that completely changed right after the appearance of a particular assassin. "I've also found more leads. Both folders has my idea of why they accepted the mission to assassinate Mrs. Declamar." Archilles, who was shining and shimmeringly standing on his neatly tailored black suit, tossed two folders containing the documents he had gathered and meticulously studied the entire night to the three. Noel was slapped by one of the folders on his face while Paul caught the other with ease.

He pesters me as I struggle with myself to at least be able to wiggle my fingers. I hate him. I hate him so much. No particular reason as to why they want him dead? His words right now are enough reasons. What part made me this unconscious? Was it the hit? Or was it the fact that I cut myself? Was it my blood? I have bled one too many times. Aunt Kitra made sure I never had my trainings easy. “What is an assassin if you cannot fight the same death you have made your job?” He continues to pester me as he increases his pressure on my foot.

I shouted and pushed him back as I got to my feet, “You ruined them and as further torture you made Nok their caretaker. They’re down at the barrier struggling to survive and fight because you decided they were better used as tools to shame Nok rather than-” “Ashai,” he was still smiling like I was the one overreacting, “There have been many cases where I’ve been told I needed to be more cruel with my punishments and this was one of those times. Assassins, that’s what they were. A group of ten assassins that were all barely two centuries old. The youngest of them was just a few years older than Garmesh is now. I am fine with people uniting against me. I have every right to be labeled a monst

He puffed deeply, inhaling the menthol smoke, which buzzed against the back of his throat. Stupid motherfuckers. All of them. Especially Deyquan, ragging on his terrorist theory. Like he knew any better. Such bullshit. Seriously. A girl dead in the bathroom, drowned in a fucking sink. Who did that? Not your average psycho-serial killer. That was straight-up, hardcore assassin shit. Like stabbing someone’s brain through their eye with a pen. Or strangling them with piano wire. He should know. He played Assassin’s Creed and Call of Duty and Splinter Cell, 24-7. He’d seen all the Jason Bourne movies, too.

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

“You’re not touching my family.” The assassin lifted his hand. And suddenly the rest of them moved. Fast. Blades flashed. Cassian lunged first. Steel collided with steel. Lucian moved like a shadow beside him. Two assassins fell instantly. I stepped forward and grabbed the closest attacker by the throat. He struggled. I slammed him against the stone wall. “Wrong place,” I growled. “Wrong night.” I threw him into the others. But more rushed forward. Too many. Cassian blocked two strikes and ducked under another.

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.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."