Assassin Fantasy Novels & Stories

“I'm not sure what exactly you're thinking but I can tell you about him and yourself too. You are Raven Ampleton, Alpha princess of the BloodFang tribe, the most respected and dreaded assassin…” The fork fell off my hands. Did he just say assassin? Like, I killed people? How many?! I stared at him, my mind spinning. Assassin? BloodFang tribe? None of it made sense. How could I be part of a tribe of wolves when I was clearly a dragon? And the word assassin… it sent chills down my spine. King Azaiah frowned at my reaction and leaned closer, his golden eyes soft with concern. “I know it’s a lot to take in, Raven, but this is the truth. The BloodFang tribe was known for producing some of the mos

But if she hadn’t taken this asshole out, he certainly wouldn’t have hesitated to annihilate her entire team. The last Assassin was cornered now. Brandon had closed in, and Cassidy wasn’t letting the bastard move. Every time the Assassin tried to run, she’d move him back. He had his gun in his hand, ready to shoot the second she lowered the shield. Rather than allowing him that luxury, Cassidy used her powers to jerk the gun from his hand and then dropped the shield, letting Brandon take him out quickly enough. A couple of bursts from the Guardian’s gun, and the Assassin was no more.

he thought as a hand grabbed him from behind and kicked the assassin hard, causing him to stumble backward. Before Arthur was Freya and the head assassin, but he was yet to know. He pulled his sword free, but Freya got in the way. “Get off! I can't let you fight him alone….” He saw the head assassin stabbed right before his eyes, and his blade fell out of his hand. How can an assassin eliminate up to ten other assassins on their own without getting hurt? He moved to inquire who she was, but she took off, and he followed her right away.

I rounded the corner just in time to see Nyra shoved against the wall by a blur of motion, black blade raised to her throat. “No—” I didn’t think. I didn’t shout. I bled. Magic exploded from my body in a scream of crimson and gold. Bloodbinding tendrils shot down the hall, slicing through the air like razors. The assassin twisted to evade—but too late. The magic wrapped his wrist, tore the blade from his hand, then dragged him back down the hall by the ankle. He snarled—inhuman. Not mortal. Something twisted by old spells. My magic flared again, wild and primal.

Author's POV Arabella quickly grabbed Rose, she was shot on the arms. Rose looked up and saw the assassin with her egale eyes, Arabella also saw him. Their reflexes worked in sink, both had compact javelins which became full sharp slender things with the press of one button. The assassin tried to run while jumping from one roof to other but he failed to understand that women he was messing with are warriors. Arabella and Rose threw the slender javelins at the same time and it cut through both the thighs of assassin. The crowd around them screamed and started running away.

“Assassin has a small build. Protrusions on the chest and the curve of the buttocks indicate that the assassin is most likely female. She shows great agility and flexibility, and is most likely an Agility Type” Mane’s brain provided him with the information of the first assassin. The knowledge he had gained served to explain why she was positioned on the roof. With such graceful and light movements, she wouldn’t have any trouble breaking into the room. Mane didn’t realize that the situation was strange. With his abilities as a scholar blocked, how was he able to discern so much without using his eyes? The nimble assassin quickly dashed to the bed once she landed on the floor of the room. Her

"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."

They’re really freaky. But that’s not the only downside of it. Just because he had surgery, it doesn’t mean his eyesight is that of a normal person. He describes his vision as something you see in a video game or an animated movie. He says it’s like a 3-D game. Don’t get me wrong, the guy is and will always be a badass. Before he became a Confradia Assassin, Priest was Navy Seal. He’s trained in various forms of combat and speaks several languages. Even when he was blind, he could kick ass. He still walks around with a walking stick and uses the thing as a weapon. He’s a serious legend in the Confradia. Not to mention that the man is a serious chick magnet.

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.