Assassin's Apprentice Audiobook Novels & Stories

Like a viper in the dark, his hand shot out, fingers poised to strike at Alexander's back. Unperturbed, Alexander drew back his fist. Pivoting on his left leg, he unleashed a sweeping kick with his right. His leg met the assassin's clawed hand in a fierce collision. The assassin recoiled with a sinister chuckle, using the momentum of Alexander's kick to glide backward. Landing softly, he vanished once more, his presence as elusive as a wisp of smoke. Though his kick missed, Alexander's senses remained sharply focused on his adversary. His right leg grounded, his left kicked out in a rapid succession of blows. More than 20 kicks sliced through the air, each one igniting a burst of flame and s

The assassin felt a bone-crunching pain and involuntarily let go of his grip. Hunter quickly put the assassin’s gun into his pocket, rushed into the bathroom, and pushed the assassin into a stall. He closed the door and pulled out a pistol with a silencer, then held it against the assassin's head with one hand. He asked casually, "Who are you? What are you doing here?" "I..." The assassin realized that he was just an imposter who had met a real assassin. He was trembling with fear as he said, "Bro, I'm just following orders! Please don't kill me!"

He only hears the sound Damian makes—low, sharp, bitten off—a sound Eli has never heard before. Blood splashes the rooftop. Damian retaliates instantly. His fist connects with the assassin’s jaw so hard the crack echoes through the air like a gunshot. The assassin stumbles but doesn’t fall. He pivots on a breath and drives his elbow into Damian’s side—right where he already cut him. Damian folds slightly, breath hissing between his teeth. “STOP!” Eli screams. His voice breaks on the wind. The assassin hears him again. And this time, he looks back at Eli with recognition—cold, precise recognition.

Bianca Salvatore has spent her entire life learning one thing: never trust anyone. Raised in foster homes and shaped by a childhood she would rather forget, Bianca had built herself into what had become the nightmare of even the most powerful men in the underworld —a highly skilled, cold-blooded assassin with a reputation for never failing a contract. Then she is given the contract of a lifetime: kill Luca Vincenzo, the ruthless and untouchable leader of the most powerful mafia cartel in Boston. Luca is everything Bianca has been trained to kill—dangerous, calculating, wealthy, and seemingly impossible to kill. When Bianca's assassination attempt goes wrong, she finds herself at L

Ellaine looked beside her and for a moment, she was distracted. Keisha lodges herself forward and kicks her in the face. "Fuck!" she screamed loudly, dropping the gun on the driver's side. Ellaine pushed the corpse away to try and get her gun back but Keisha would not allow it. "By now you probably know I'm an assassin,don't you?" Keisha asked while she was running out of breath. She kicked Ellaine in the face again, slamming her head against the front of the car. "A terrible one," Ellaine answered before grabbing Keisha's foot.

Over the roaring flames, the sounds of sirens and panicked voices mixed in a deafening symphony. Across the city, inside the vast, opulent mansion of the chairman of the assassin organization, AS01 paced furiously. His knuckles were white as he clenched his fists, resisting the urge to lash out at anything within reach. His eyes darted to AS02, who delivered the grim news.

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

I released a sigh of relief and settled on the driver's seat but then the car turned silent. "Can I ask you a question?" Leonardo broke the silence after a while. "Go ahead." I answered. "Why did you decide to become an assassin? I mean you have all your life right in front of you and you could have literally been anything else." "I didn't have the option to be anything else. I didn't even get to choose to become this, it was forced on me. He stayed silent like he was ushering me to continue with what I was saying.

Sometimes I wonder if being a hitman's apprentice had anything to do with my emotionally repressed state. Pulling myself out of the stupor, I checked the time and started the cogs in my mind. I had a good hour or so to kill but that didn't give me enough time to finish the book I was reading. Then my line of sight fell onto Kevin. An evil grin formed as I went through the numerous experiments I would like to do with his newest update. As if the virtual assistant could feel uneasiness, Kevin repeatedly questioned my unusual expression even after receiving no answers.