Assassin Reincarnated Novels & Stories

I would have proven she was a liar. But more than the lust, it was the anger. I needed her broken. If she begged, she would trust me. If she trusted me, the documents I needed from her would be mine—easily, her guard would be down, and I could finally put a bullet in her brain and end this. I needed to remind myself who I was: a predator, not a lapdog. There was only one way I could do that. I decided then and there to kill her father tonight.

His eyes weren't their usual striking gold anymore; they were a terrifying, glowing crimson, burning with the promise of absolute death. In a display of terrifying, supernatural speed, Cassian intercepted the assassin before the man's boots could fully settle on the floor. He didn't just hit the man; he pulverized him. Cassian caught the assassin by the throat mid-air, the force of his grip snapping bone instantly, and slammed him down into the marble floorboards. The wood cracked under the impact. The threat was neutralized in a matter of seconds, the second assassin dropping like a stone, completely lifeless before he even knew what had hit him.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

And Dimitrios was stubborn as hell whenever the discussion of letting go of Iris came to the table. Dimitrios returned to his room and sat on the bed after the entire day's work. He was tired as hell because of all the incidents that were happening. He had to take care of Derek. Because keeping him alive was no longer needed. But Iris's sudden outburst made him stunned today. He could never believe that the girl could just run and snatch the gun to kill another one. Who was he kidding actually? The same girl tried to kill him two years back when she had lost her parents. Derek might be right to some certain extent that an Assassin would always remain an Assassin. Because that is what runs in

"Just stay back and no matter what happens don't interfere. I've done this before and it'll be fine." Joanna looked worried. "Okay," she said. Adam nodded, but looked like he'd rather be anywhere but here. Soon enough, he would realize the supernatural was more than just an irritation. He would become one of us. As would Joanna. I opened the latch. As expected, the assassin appeared. Blades formed in my hands with along with the lightning. "Welcome Jasmine. I've been expecting you," the assassin said. "Will you tell me where the final piece of the crown is buried?" I hoped so. I didn't know if I could win a battle. The throbbing pain pierced so strong; my limbs shook. I tried to stand, but m

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.

Alssandro Leone Romano James Mathews hung up and rounded his shoulder to get rid of the fatigue he now had. He is my Vice-President, henchman, undertaker, right-arm man. Despite his age and charisma, he was an ice-berg. A cruel callous bastard. Though he looked pristine and refined to the nines he had more blood on his hands than I did. We always had hired hands but this sadistic sicko liked to get his hands dirty. He took a pussy, disposed of it. He took a dime, impenitently.

She had a mission to complete and needed to be in top physical shape. By day, she was a model, but by night, she was an assassin. Her father had been a member of the Mexican police force and when he was killed by one of the ruthless crime bosses in Mexico, she was left with nothing but a thirst for revenge. She had trained to become a killing machine and had taken down numerous targets with precision and efficiency. Today, she had a job to do—to take out a high-ranking member of a notorious criminal organization in Mexico City. She had received her instructions from her client and everything was in place. She was ready to strike.

The assassin said coldly, "I kill only those who deserve it. I don't trouble the innocent." "You think you can kill me alone?" Chase asked, frowning. "I'm not alone," the assassin replied indifferently. At that moment, the space in the distance quivered as Chase's auras approached, carrying dreadful pressure. "What?!" The assassin's expression shifted dramatically. Without hesitation, he retracted his blade and fled. "You can't escape." Chase stepped forward, moving with such speed that he reached the assassin within moments. He blocked his path and swung his fist at the back of the assassin's head.

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.