Assassin Ghost Novels & Stories

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

He locked his gaze directly on my stomach. "The spark must be extinguished," the assassin rasped, his voice sounding like two heavy stones grinding together. "Before the unborn king rises." "Touch her and I'll gut you!" Maya roared, lunging forward with her dagger! "Maya, NO!" I screamed! The assassin didn't even flinch. With terrifying, speed, he dodged Maya’s strike, grabbed her by the wrist, and slammed her violently against a heavy stone pillar! CRACK!

Doesn’t stop me from opening the door again, just to make sure she hasn’t vanished in the hour since I last looked. “She’s making it easier for you,” Knox says from the doorway, his voice casual in that way that only makes me bristle harder. I shoot him a glare. “Easier would be knowing she’s here. Easier is knowing she’s not lying in a ditch somewhere because she decided to go solo on a fucking hit.” “Ghost,” he sighs, stepping into the room. “She’s an assassin. If anyone knows how to stay alive out there, it’s her. Give her the space.”

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

They’re also highly trained assassins as well as top tech guru’s. Ben of course has only ever been the one to beat me at my coding skills. That was nearly 13 years ago. He found me in a way that no one had ever bothered to try. I’m not called Ghost for a reason, especially on the dark web. But his ass is great, just twisted. Plus he has mad skills, and we pay him exceptionally well for his time. “Okay, Listen up team!” I shout as I move to approach the center of the room. Those within the room are now giving me full attention.

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

The glare I received made me tighten my grip as I shook my head. Colin, who was watching us this entire time, grinned. “Looks like the little lady here isn’t just for show… If you know what’s good for him, you’ll spend the night with me.” Ignacio looked torn. This wasn’t planned and he seemed to have forgotten that I was a man who trained with a retired hitman to become an assassin. I smiled and gave him a gentle push, urging him to leave. Gritting his teeth, Ignacio glared at Colin who was gloating over Ignacio’s defeat. “I’ll be leaving for the night then, Mr Veneral. Please enjoy your time.”

"C'mon babe, I really took care the demon earlier that's why I wasn't inside." "What are you?" I scoffed. "Assassin." Liam deadpanned and shrugged his shoulders, making Jiroo and Ayu suddenly stop laughing and the rest of the squad gasped. "A what?" I asked again, as if I didn't hear it first. "Assassin." He replied.

And now only less than then assassins are left standing. One of the assassins took off its mask. It is a middle aged man. A man familiar to me. "El Morte," I said under my breath. It is the name of the guild. And the man who took of his mask is one of their first class assassins, Franco. I know him because we once fought but he escaped when he got severely injured. Didn't know he actually survived that. "Isn't it ironic? Werewolves are very strict when it comes to morality, and yet you are with an assassin from House of Spades?" Franco said playfully as his eyes drifted to me.

How can someone who murders a person be capable of the greatest skill of all, healing? Lucien, I need to remember his name instead of just ‘the assassin’ softly knocking on the door late into the night. I sent Kyra to deal with him but even I had to admit he looked immaculate in a crisp white shirt. He was wearing one of Alexanders, but it was stretched to the max over his wider shoulders and muscles.