Assassin Ghost Novels & Stories

More than 20 kicks sliced through the air, each one igniting a burst of flame and sending shockwaves in the assassin's direction. "Your strength is meaningless against us," the assassin taunted, weaving through Alexander's barrage with ease. "Save your efforts. Even a semi-Empyrean might is futile, you..." His taunt was cut short. Alexander's assault was relentless. With a sudden shift in technique and a fierce gaze, he unleashed an invisible surge of power. A spiritual assault! The assassin convulsed, his mind echoing with the roar of thunder, hands clutching his head as he cried out in agony, "He's using Spiritual assault… My head, ah!"

(Sasu) Hearing their master shouted his order, whilst in pain, all 26 of the Spider Assassin’s jumps into action. At the same time, Aeternum Side also started to move into action, the first one to fall is the assassin that brave enough or so foolish enough to jump before, Sasu, and he accept the assassin rather stupid attempts with a shot straight at the Assassin forehead killing him instantly. That was the first criminal down. “We ARE The SPi......”.(Dead Assassin)

43 - When Big Shots have Too Much Time to Spare "The first-ranked assassin Ghost Blade is here!" Hearing that news, Ye Mo did not feel as surprised as he thought he would be. The moment he accepted that Little Yin would be staying with his family, he had long expected something like this to happen.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

Confusion threaded i's way through the underground world of the multiple mafia families who had put a bounty on the Russian man's head, even before he had landed on American soil. Usually, a target is either assigned or their bounty is claimed within no more than three hours after the target has been taken down. It's been more than the usual three hours and the assigned assassin was just as confused as everyone else at the smoothly executed take down of his target. If it wasn't Blake who took the Russian down, then who was it? Would that assassin come forward to claim the bounty? Perhaps, in a few days, once the heat from all the news announcements have pittered out. Maybe.

“The caller mentioned they are speaking in broken English with a mix of another language.” “That might be them,” she then said. Zach looked at the two persons that she pointed and could confirmed that the identity of the two persons she had caught on screen fits the description that the caller had made. “Gavin, where’s your 2-0?” “By the cinema, sir,” Gavin answered quickly. “No signs of those persons mentioned in the call. I have Captain Malcolm with me.” “Get towards the amusement floor,” Zach instructed firmly. “It’s right above where you are.”

Lena exhaled slowly. “Well…” Her voice dropped. “That was fast.” Arun’s eyes hardened. “The Ghost.” The man smiled faintly. “So you do remember me.” Alina looked between them, heart racing. The most dangerous assassin in the world was standing ten meters away. Completely relaxed. Completely confident. And completely alone. “You found us quickly,” Arun said. The Ghost shrugged. “You weren’t hiding.” “Fair.” The man’s gaze slowly moved to Alina. For a long moment, he studied her.

“This isn’t possible. I would’ve known if I had a twin.” “Not if you were never supposed to,” the assassin said bitterly. “Not if one of us was hidden… built… for something else.” Grey growled. “Enough riddles.” Mira slowly eased off him, but didn’t let her claws drop. “You were one of them. A Ghost Howler.” He pushed up on his elbows. “Was.” “Why?” Liam asked. “Why betray your blood?” The assassin looked at him, not with hatred, but with something colder. Indifference.

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

The screen flashed: UNKNOWN CALLER. A year ago, he’d have let it go to voicemail. Now, a deep, primal instinct…the one that had kept him alive in warehouses and dark alleys…prickled at the base of his skull. He answered. “Hello, Silent Killer.” The voice was smooth, confident, and laced with a venom Zhedya hadn’t heard in eight years. It sent a jolt of ice down his spine. The Ghost. The assassin from the warehouse…the man Ian had shot.