Assassin Spy Novels & Stories

Ludi laughed, "Yes! A top international assassin has joined my team. One day, I'll find Eamon and make him pay in blood for his crimes! Olivia, I've heard your assassination record is spotless. You should be confident about this little task, right?" Aurora's gaze was unwavering as she stared at Heath and said, "Of course, it's a piece of cake." Heath looked at Aurora with a sarcastic smile. The girl he had gone to great lengths to protect was far stronger and colder than he had realized. Now, as a prisoner, she was the executioner with the butcher's knife. Heath suddenly stood up, intending to approach Aurora. He wanted to know why; he couldn't believe she was Olivia, nor could he accept tha

It was as if I were looking for a needle in a haystack. If Silent Assassin weren’t an enemy of the law I would have applauded him for his bravery and for having such skills. He was very slippery just like an eel. And all of his victims are people who are hugely plagued by society. He is like Robinhood in modern times. It’s just that Robinhood stole from the rich and gave to the poor while silent Assassin kills the rich people who are plagues of society and bullies the people who are helpless because of their low status or don't have money. He will be good police if only he is not an assassin.

Black has no idea who Archilles really is, since the FBI strictly forbid them to tell anyone about what they had learned during that day of their trial mission. She doesn't care. This could also become an advantage to her since it would be bad for him to know that her boyfriend is the captain of the SPADE Unit under the PSIA. "How did the two of you get acquainted?! Wait, does he even know you're his girlfriend!?" Avyanna furrowed her eyebrow. What kind of question is that even? "I am an assassin. Not a mentally ill person." Mr. Black forced himself to calm down. Dale came back with a freshly brewed tea in his hands.

A figure stepped out from the shadows, dressed in black tactical gear, eyes cold and unreadable. “Spectre,” Valerian hissed. The ghost operative. The agency’s assassin. “Step away from the console,” Spectre said, his voice distorted through a mask. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with.” Sang-woo straightened slowly, gun trained on him. “I know enough.” “You think you’re fighting the agency?” Spectre’s tone was almost mocking. “You’re fighting the system that built you.” Soo-ah stood beside Sang-woo, blood seeping from her shoulder. “Then we’ll burn the system down.”

“Then, it must really be good because I care about you a lot.” Argent releases a relaxed chuckle and leans back on the chair’s backrest as he runs his gaze down my naked chest. “If we’re going to be together, you have to know, Pen. I’m not just a grunt who works for a government agency. I’m one of the top directors of an organization of Assassins. Some powerful people wish me ill, and you might be in danger of simply being with me. I’ll protect you, but I need you to know this because I don’t want you coming in blind. Right now, I’m on the hunt for a former friend who has betrayed me. I was searching for him the night that we met─ the night of the auction. I’ve known Sebastian for years, and

Pick the black guy, Percy said to the guy by the screen stopping his movement again. The assassin in question was a very dark man with skin like coffee, and eyes that matches his skin with piercing cheeks bones, and hollow cheeks, his stare intense and deadly. His nickname 'Blade' thirty-six, been with the agency for eight years, has a rank of gamma with six hunts, and slices through his victims before they could see his blade coming, he is fast and calculating. The next Assassin picked was called Lighting a young very beautiful curvaceous woman with fiery beach blonde tresses floating down her back, parted at the center with pale liquid blue eyes that looked to have sparkles in them with a

His eyes were wide with terror. "Who sent you?" I asked. My voice a growl. "Who ordered the hit on the chef?" The rogue did not speak. He looked at me with hate. He brought out a hidden dagger. He cut his own throat before I could stop him. He slumped to the ground. "These are trained assassins.” Cassian said. "They would rather die than spill the truth." He looked at the bodies. "They are professionals. This was not a random attack." "But who would have sent them against Sophie?" I asked.

The figure of a man appeared before king Philips at that instant, and he was an assassin and spy owned by king Philips who was trained to serve the king and future king Gustaf. "I wait for orders!" replied the man named Jaime. "This mission is important. Follow my son, and don't let him get into danger!" "I accept your order, your majesty!!" after he spoke like that, his figure disappeared without being able to be followed by the eyes. Assassins, as well as royal spies, have silent steps that cannot detect and are most feared by all neighboring kingdoms because until now, no one has ever been able to find them let alone face to face, other than the kings in the Gustaf kingdom.

“Mercenaries, for lack of a better term. We’re highly trained, and it’s all we knew. The fighting, the killing, but at least now we get to choose who we do it for. We’ve been using our services to help right some of the imbalance that we created.” He seemed to finally be saying the things that were bubbling up inside him. The things that I kept cutting him off from saying. That, or he was trying to throw me off, use a trick to try to gain my trust and confidence. It wouldn’t work. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be a bit more specific.” “Have you heard of The Silent Assassin? He went by many names.” His head shifted so that he looked over his shoulder.

Past my temper, I was hollowed of opinions of my next move. Alessandro Leone Romano was a beautiful Specimen. Costa Nostra Boss was more breath-taking than he looked in his 'Wanted' shots with his sky-high head price. Momentarily I was frozen for more reasons than one. His warm hands’ captivity, his intoxicating cologne, his imposing rock hard built under my dainty hands, or was it his emerald intense eyes peering into my soul? I couldn’t tell many things like what my surname was or what was his. If he was a wicked whizz, he had me under his charm, and then he chanted something my mind was too far gone in his green abyss to comprehend.