Assassin Ghost Novels & Stories

In the private room with her, I could see her whole body trembling when I touched her like she hadn’t been touched in years. Just as she was about to press the drink to her lips, my handler, Silas, spoke to me through my AirPods to pause the mission I immediately took the glass from her and poured the contents over my chest, and she thought it was part of the act, not knowing she almost drank herself to her own death. Just in case Silas needed me to complete the job subsequently, I left a card with my number on it and with how harsh her breathing was and the desire in her eyes, I doubted it would go unused

I challenged her. "Okay fine, I'll tell you, AS stands for Assassination Society and as you can see from the name, they are the ones who are given assignments to assassinate someone and the ones who give them these assignments are their BIG SHOT client who wants their mess to be cleaned or enemy to be killed accidentally or in natural death without them being linked to that death," the woman began to explain everything to us. And I hate challenging her since she understands what AS is and what the aim of this group is.

She could not even recognize these people, but they seemed to know her. "I wasn't sure it was you at first glance today because it was dark when I met you years ago, but the more I look at you, I can tell, it wan no other than you, the famous Big B in the world of Assassins." The guy answered with hatred but with self-control as well. "Why would you want me alive then? Do you want to cut me with your bare hands? Or your blade legs?" Brianna was provoking him intentionally. She had already noticed Tatum was conscious even in his position, laying flat down on the ground.

She knew that she should have listened to Alex and stayed at home. “F*ck, Ghost, you damn pervert! This is not time for you to look for women, get your *ss back here!” “Finish these two men off first!” Among the assassins, a bald man, who was covered in tattoos and wearing a skull mask, angrily said. “Oh, you bald old man. You guys are too weak, you have not captured them till now!” Ghost said nonchalantly. After slamming Beatrice hard onto his shoulders, he continued to walk forward step by step with a smirk on his face.

Marco quickly raised both hands in surrender, "I come in peace and I come with a deal. I have a way to tackle Andrea in order for you to take over Gabriel Accardo's Empire." "And what exactly made you think I'll care about your lousy plan?" She scoffed, piercing him deeper with the knife. "I know what you're thinking about Andrea. But I'm here to tell you not to underestimate her." He informed, causing her to raise an eyebrow in surprise. "What do you mean?" "I don't know if you know her, but there's a famous assassin called Ghost. She's swift and adept in combat skills. Although indisposed at the moment, she'll be back to help Andrea as soon as possible." Marco said with a smile.

His eyes looked relaxed, not anything like they were seconds ago when he looked at Collin. “You as well, Invisi-boy,” Callie dramatically bowed back. “Callie!” I shrieked. My face changed ten shades of red before settling in the deepest color of it. “Invisi-boy, huh?” he laughed. “It was that or Ghost Boy,” Callie replied matter-of-factly. “Are you a ghost, by the way?” “No,” Hunter smirked, “I’m an assassin.” “Knew it.” Callie nodded. “An assassin from an alien planet coming to scope out a new world to create a new colony on, right?”

Flashing red and blue lights painted everything in harsh color. “Residents of Lawson City woke up to horror today,” she said, voice tight. “The mysterious assassin known only as ‘Ghost’ has struck again.” I leaned back, arms crossing over my chest. They always said the name like I was something unreal. A myth. A shadow with no skin. I’m just a man. “Authorities currently have no leads,” she continued. “No suspect description.” Of course they don’t. My phone rang. Unknown number. I answered but said nothing.

ATK-650 STR-217 DEF-500 DEX-100 Speed-69 AGI-69 Mana-300 INT-60 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Stealth(Disaster) Advanced Vision Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Ambush(Unique) Capture(Mystic) Humanoid Form(Lost Magic) Aura of Fire(Unique) Shadow Blink(Unique)] Well, well, well, I guess the assassin of our team has been found. Your genes are predisposed to assassination, my god! It seems impossible to say no to that after seeing your skillset and stats, so I'd like to know if anyone has any objections.

she cried out, her voice barely audible over the roar of the guns. ​She stepped out from behind the server rack, her silhouette a dark blur in the smoke. She was running toward the crate where Roman was pinned down, her arm outstretched, the small silver drive glinting in the flickering strobe light of the muzzle flashes. ​Arthur Blackwood, blinded by the smoke and his own manic rage, saw a figure rushing toward his target. He saw a dark shape moving through the mist, coming at the spot where he knew Roman was hiding. To Arthur, it wasn't his daughter. It was one of the Ghost’s assassins coming to finish the job.

He would’ve killed the man right there if he wasn’t trying to let me take the lead. “What do you know about me?” I asked, genuinely curious. “Well, you’re the daughter of the American mafia leader, and you’re rich. Getting this title without even deserving it.” My lips twitched—just slightly. “Well, you know absolutely nothing about me,” I said. He scoffed. “Well, I’m not scared of you.” Whispers rippled through the room. People were tense. Nervous. Because they knew something the man clearly didn’t. Only my father and a handful of his most trusted men knew I was The Ghost—the anonymous assassin who had killed more leaders, traitors, and criminals than any man in this room. A myth to many. A