Assassin Ghost Novels & Stories

Blue and red lights reflected against nearby skyscrapers. Finally, he spoke. “Ghost isn’t a person.” Ashley waited. “It’s a codename.” “For who?” “The organization’s best assassin.” Her stomach tightened. “You think they’ll send him after me?” Dominic slowly turned. “No.” “They already have.” Ashley’s heart skipped. “How do you know?” Dominic reached into the pocket of the unconscious attacker’s jacket. He pulled out a sleek black metal card. There was no name. No symbol. Only one silver word engraved across the surface.

They expected a man distracted by a dying woman. They were wrong. Giovanni didn't even put Anya down. He shifted partially, his muscles bulging beneath his designer suit, his claws tearing through his leather gloves. He met the first assassin mid-air, his hand closing around the rogue’s throat with enough force to liquefy the bone. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the body over the railing, a thousand-foot drop to the pavement below.

I readied myself, battle posture and hands already folded. Two minutes later, the notorious gang of assassins, hundred-win kill rate, known for being vicious and blah blah blah, were laying on the floor whining and moaning in pain. That was it. I shook my head as I crouched down to check the pockets of the assassins, whoever hired them must be someone I was very familiar with. As I searched the pocket of the assassins, I came across a moonlit lily, these flowers only grew in the supernatural world.

Safiya Aris stared at me for a while and I hoped he believes my lie, about the whole farting thing. Gosh, this is so embarrassing. "Ohh, I see. I'll go drop the plate then." He says and walked out of my room. Phew, I need to be really careful from now on, Aris already knows my identity, I can't let him know am an assassin, I can't.

I nodded and gave her a hug before hurrying out of the school compound, driving until I reached a local grocery store which held a fading neon sign reading, The Place. As a hideout for an organization which trains people to become assassin's, that name should sound suspicious to anyone. I carefully pushed the glass door causing a bell sound to echo throughout the whole grocery shop. My eyes quickly drafted to Derick who was dressed in a yellow short sleeves and blown short khakis who sat behind the cashier desk. Derick is more the cashier of The Place and also like security for our organization. He is twenty seven years old and has been working here since he was sixteen. He has a slender bui

3rd Prince Carlos Relani Devion - he is a well-known battle freak, a bloodthirsty soldier, he is practically the same at the same time not with Felix the most gullible one. Then....... Emperor Cassius Vitalis - Devion - everyone describes him as an ice block, no one can look at him directly, lest their eyes itch just from his cold piercing glimpse. He is a very capable ruler despite being an ice block.

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."

Pick the black guy, Percy said to the guy by the screen stopping his movement again. The assassin in question was a very dark man with skin like coffee, and eyes that matches his skin with piercing cheeks bones, and hollow cheeks, his stare intense and deadly. His nickname 'Blade' thirty-six, been with the agency for eight years, has a rank of gamma with six hunts, and slices through his victims before they could see his blade coming, he is fast and calculating. The next Assassin picked was called Lighting a young very beautiful curvaceous woman with fiery beach blonde tresses floating down her back, parted at the center with pale liquid blue eyes that looked to have sparkles in them with a

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

Throwing a glance at the bodies, I asked Aslan to bring water for me. After he disappeared, we stared at the bodies: “They are very pale and seem to have been drained of their blood but they have no bite on their necks. So what happened?" he asked slowly, his face betraying his fury. “Don't worry, we shall soon discover," I said trying to reassure him and he nodded. This mission was going to be interesting.