Assassination Note Novels & Stories

" I said to him, and he immediately obeyed. I admit that I did not hesitate to stare at him. Luna! My mate was so handsome. When he hesitantly began with the incisions, I couldn't help but smile. For the ruthless alpha people claimed he was, the grimace on his face did not do him justice. ''Or maybe he does not like working on dead bodies? Maybe he just kills and gets rid of them,'', my wolf interrupted, and I couldn't help but smile again. Yeah! Maybe he does not like working on corps. “Do you have all the pieces of information needed?"I asked, breaking the heavy silence. “Remember to note the colors of her fingers and if she has any bite on the body," “Each of them does not have nails, and

VIPER Assassins shouldn’t breathe too loudly, or make loud footsteps that give their presence away, or make a single mistake that’ll definitely cost their lives. We’re fast, precise—just one lethal strike is enough to kill a target. I chant my usual mantra in my head, clutching my sword tightly as I attack a stupid scarecrow. “How long have you been here, Viper?” Emily asks as she approaches me. “You’re the most skilled already. What else do you want?”

She saw a note over the breakfast table and approached it wrapping a bedsheet over her thoroughly fucked naked body. It was a handwritten note for her. He ordered her to complete her breakfast and practice shooting at the range for a few days, after that he had a task for her and again ordered her to get ready for that. Sighing hard, she put the dam note down. Her eyelids lowered causing a shadow of disappointment to rise over her face. The mention of another task as his assassin worried her. Unaware of which strange task he will force her to do this time? She looked out of the window, the risen sun was asking her to keep fate but she knew her path was colored with the red paint of blood.

I explained. I had to be honest, because I had no idea why he was even questioning me. In all the times I’d killed, I’d never been a suspect. Not even with my stepfather. Though, it was a fairly convincing suicide set up… Detective Gunderson read the note which just had a time, date, and place with the words ‘be there, no cops’ on it. “You went to a meeting based on this note. You could’ve been killed.” He said. “Is this the first note you’ve received?”

I knew that but I was already inside and looking at the books on the shelves when my eyes drifted to the desk. There was a file on it. Closed, with a cover sheet on top. I looked at the title printed in bold letters. ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT. LUCIEN KNIGHT. I stood dead on the spot. I looked at the door behind me, then at the file. I should have walked away but I opened it. Inside it, there were photographs, printed reports, lists of names with notes beside them in small and precise handwriting. I turned to the second page. My eyes skimmed through it quickly. Then they stopped.

Scott took a piece of sticky note and smash it on the table, "this note telling about Hunderson being killed by Shadow's orders!" My forehead creased. "What?!" Boiling bloods run through my entire body. My chest ached for anger. "Who the fucking sent that note?!" "Anonymous, but I think knew who is this," Mr. Scott pick up the note and scanned it his eyes. "He changed his hand writing strokes, but it doesn't make his letter changed." I grab the sticky note and read the entire message.

"We got notes! And cash! In our lockers! We don’t know who, it was envelopes, just cash and a printed note!" I lowered the gun a fraction. "What did the note say?" "It said to find the new girl. The one with the dark hair. To give her a warning. To make it clear she shouldn’t get… ideas. About you. We were just supposed to scare her, but she fought back and it… it got out of hand." "A warning," I repeated. "From who?" "We don’t know! It was just money and instructions! Please!" I looked at her, then at her sobbing friend under the target, then at the third one, who was staring at the floor like she wished it would swallow her.

She had trained for the last ten years for this opportunity and now at last, she was ready. Tomorrow she would finally embark on her mission and bring her parent’s murderer to justice. Layla was both excited and nervous, excited that she was finally being given this opportunity but nervous because Blake had told her that the Black Water Alpha was a cruel and ruthless man, who showed no mercy to anyone who opposed him. If she was caught before she killed him, she had no doubt that he would kill her without a second thought.

Almost reverent. My brows knit as I stared at it. There was a note scrawled just beneath the page in quick, jagged handwriting: “The beautiful assassin.” Before I could fully process it— The water stopped. Shit. I snapped the sketchbook shut and shoved it back onto the shelf exactly how I found it. My fingers lingered half a second longer than necessary before I pulled away and moved back to my post by the door, face unreadable, heartbeat steady. I wasn’t snooping.

The toxic smell made my stomach churn, driving my memory back to that day. “What?” I whispered. My chest tightened painfully, forcing tears out of my eyes. I wanted to believe it was planted as a trap and I was made to find it, but I saw the first letter of Vincent’s name carved on the wooden shaft. Tears blurred my vision. If Selene and Lily and whoever their source is are right, then it means Vincent was the assassin who brutally murdered that man. My hands went numb after I placed the blade beside the box and closed the box.