Badass Female Assassin Books Novels & Stories

Cassius didn't look like an easy target. Well... it’s Zara Singh here—only one Zara Singh, a perfect woman who's good at seducing any man. Cassius would be a piece of cake, as the past guys too! And I would make sure to kill him mercilessly at the end.

And now they're driving me insane. "I don't need women to defend me." My voice is so low I can barely hear it over her harsh breathing. "My female assassins- my dolls- are there so they can go where suspicion won't let my men enter, simply because everyone expects them to be weak. I like to exploit assumptions maximally." Her brows furrow. "So that's what we are? Call girls to be used in drawing out your targets for assassination?"

“You don’t know me at all.” The assassins struck as one, swift and silent, their movements sharp as lightning. Sienna parried the first blow, ducked beneath the second, and pivoted away from the sweep of the third, her sword clashing with theirs in bursts of sparks. One blade sliced across her arm, shallow but stinging. She hissed and countered with a strike so clean it disarmed her attacker entirely. “Your queen fights like a god,” one assassin spat, wiping blood from her lip. “I fight like a woman who has lost too much,” Sienna corrected, blocking another blow and driving her elbow into the woman’s throat. “There’s a difference.”

She rose before the sound finished echoing, already moving, already hunting. She didn’t see the first assassin until he was on her. Camouflage. Masked. Knife in hand. They crashed against a column with a sickening thud, his blade scraping her side as she twisted, kicked, flipped him over her shoulder. The second came from behind, but she’d already dropped and rolled, firing twice into his abdomen, feeling the recoil in her ribs. Tomaso got the third—barely—before it reached the inner vault stairwell. Alessio found the last one near the war room, standing above one of the analysts, gun raised. He didn’t hesitate. One shot. Between the eyes.

Assess. The hands on me. They were firm, but… there was a difference. I’d spent years in a world of men; their grips, their shifts in weight, the way they manhandled you. All the people I’d put down had been men. These hands, even through gloves, lacked that… heft. The pressure was distributed differently. Softer bones. Women. An assassin? Doubtful. Their movements were clumsy and were fueled by nervous energy, not cold precision. No, this wasn’t professional. This was personal. They weren’t here to kill me; they wanted to scare me.

It came out wet and broken and perfect. “You want them?” she rasped. “Come take them.” She raised the hammer. The shield wall raised what weapons they had left. And charged. They met in the middle like two storms colliding. Steel screamed. Bodies fell. Serna lost count of how many she killed. She took a sword through the thigh, an axe across the shoulder, kept moving. Kaelin appeared beside her, missing two fingers, grinning like a madwoman. “Thought you’d start the party without me?”

I could feel my tummy churn in disgust, and my rage was boiling like water, about to reach its boiling point. But then she said something I didn't expect. My eyes wandered around her body as I was lost in my thoughts. "How could something so fragile be that powerful?" I thought to myself. I never saw it coming, Katya, a wolf assassin. I heard about the organization years ago when that stupid cunt sent them after me, but after that nothing, I never knew they had been operating in secrecy, and to think most deaths that we're termed natural deaths were all done by these assassins made me want to find whoever is running the organization and send them on the journey to the afterlife.

I'm supposed to not care what they think of me. "I don't know she managed to come here in your pack, but how come you didn't know anything about her? She is the only first class female assassin in House of Spades. She killed hundreds of lives, both innocent and not. I even almost died because of her. She is that lethal, and yet here you are, trusting her?" "Is that true, Elena? You fooled us? And does Rage even knows it?" Gone the soft voice Richard Black used to use whenever he was talking to me. How the words rolled out of his tongue in the most dangerous manner was like he was talking with an enemy.

We all were trained to bear the pain no matter how hard it was, tears were for the weak, so was pleading. "Damon," Lisa called as she approached me with a smile. Lisa was a third-ranked assassin, well known and respected. Not all made it to the top ten list of ranks but she proved herself worthy after years of hard training. In her rank she was the only female, to be specific, she was the first woman to ever reach the third rank and that itself proved how determined she was and dangerous. Unlike us hunters, assassins were only summoned when there was a big problem or disaster that was beyond the town council's grasp. They moved and worked independently unless ordered to work together. Each h

He pesters me as I struggle with myself to at least be able to wiggle my fingers. I hate him. I hate him so much. No particular reason as to why they want him dead? His words right now are enough reasons. What part made me this unconscious? Was it the hit? Or was it the fact that I cut myself? Was it my blood? I have bled one too many times. Aunt Kitra made sure I never had my trainings easy. “What is an assassin if you cannot fight the same death you have made your job?” He continues to pester me as he increases his pressure on my foot.