Assassin Ghost Novels & Stories

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.

Almost with all his strength, the man in purple shouted, "Stop him!" Then he pulled out the Void-shattering Willow and waved it in front of him. A spatial rift that glowed with a faint golden light suddenly appeared in front of him. "You want to run away?" Caspian narrowed his eyes and sneered. At this time, the second killer from the Ghost Kill Pavilion who had been hiding attacked him. "F*ck off!" Caspian let out a shout and threw his divine sense attack directly at him. Although this assassin was also at the second level of Heavenly Spirit Realm, he was still unable to withstand the powerful Divine sense of Caspian. He immediately let out a miserable cry and fell from mid-air.

An assassin dressed entirely in black (a Ghost Unit) dropped from the air vent wielding a short sword. His movements were incredibly fast, almost inhuman. But Mavric was faster. Despite his injured leg, he leaped and slammed into the assassin mid-air. The battle in the dark was brutal. Liora did not stay idle; she used her phone’s flashlight to temporarily blind the killer, giving Mavric the opening to snap the enemy's neck with one efficient move. Crack! The sound of breaking bone echoed in the silent room. When the emergency lights finally flickered on in red, the assassin’s body lay on the floor.

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.

Because the light was too weak, she couldn't see the fresh blood smeared all over the girl's body, only was surprised and shouted: “Shelly... ah!" Nurse Rose stared in disbelief at her stomach, which had just been pierced by a screwdriver and fell to the floor. The children around her were not surprised to see her suddenly fall down, but found a familiar figure entering. Shelly stomped her muddy feet on the nanny rose, smiling at them. The angelic smile at this moment was bloodthirsty like a devil, and his eyes were red like hell fire. "Asian! Asian! Asian!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I nod, “Since I have to be visible, I’ll assign myself to their tables and make vague comments. But we have to give them a chance to get me alone and allow them to strike.” He nods. “That’s why we need everyone to come in and plan this carefully.” As soon as he walks away, my mind keeps spinning with possible plans. There are so many things to consider. Within the hour, every Assassin within the vicinity is once again sitting at the conference table. I look around with amazement; Priest, Corbin, Dragon, Stryker, Cameron, Jaxon’s niece, Valkyrie, a Scotsman who is ironically named Scotty, Phanthom and Heathen join our group. Phantom is the strong, quiet type, while Heathen is a loud, rugged c

It was hard for me to even look at. "What the fuck is this?!" I asked in disbelief as I scanned the screen in front of me that is nothing worth looking. "This is the work of an assassin, named Ghost." Shawn explained and all three of us listened him. "I've heard about him. He was on a finish-human-blood-line mission a few years ago. At least that's what people said when they saw how he killed." Logan filled us with the information he had. "And, what makes you think the assassin is he?" Shawn asked looking awfully confident.

Nick’s eyes narrowed sharply. I stepped closer instantly. “Who in Prague?” The man hesitated. Big mistake. Nick grabbed the knife again. “WAIT!” the assassin shouted in terror. “I-I don’t know his real name—” “Then give me the fake one.” The man swallowed hard. And then finally whispered two words that made the entire room fall silent. “The Ghost King.” My expression darkened instantly. "No," I gasp. "That was impossible," I told myself. My head dizzy with the info.

Dresses aren't my thing. I'll pick a pair of jeans or sweats before I put on a dress. Dresses make me feel exposed and uncomfortable. I'm a warrior. I don't find killing myself to look good as a priority for the fact that I don't care about finding a mate. The mate bond is ridiculous, in my opinion. Falling for someone and losing yourself in them just because the Moon Goddess paired you two is utterly pathetic. Being an assassin, I learned that loving someone only leads to hurting them or yourself. Love makes people vulnerable and weak, and I want no part of it.

I looked up at Enzo, but his face remained a mask of flawless, charming composure, though I felt the muscles in his arm turn to absolute iron beneath my fingers. "Define the threat, Nikolai," Enzo said in a low, sub-vocal rumble that the comms microphone picked up. "An elite Syndicate assassin is already inside the ballroom," Nikolai answered, his tone deadly grave. "Codename 'Ghost'. He operates under high-society cover. He’s carrying a suppressed carbon-fiber firearm that bypassed the perimeter metal detectors. He is actively hunting you right now." Before Enzo could respond, Dante’s cold, authoritative voice cut through the frequency, overriding Nikolai’s feed.