Badass Female Assassin Books Novels & Stories

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

Don Niko didn't save me from the hands of death only for me to betray him like this. ‘You already messed up. Retrace your fucking steps Thalia,’ my innervoice urged me, making me slip my hands into my bag. My fingers curled tightly around the gun, my heart fluttering with fear as I slowly pulled it out. In my three years of murdering people, I'd never felt so scared to shoot someone. Christ. Was this what it felt like to be dickmatized? I discarded the thought. I wasn't weak. I wasn't sentimental. It was just sex and nothing more. It didn't change the fact that he was my target to assassinate.

she said, giving a killer smile that somehow still looked playful. "Wow—so you're planning revenge? But how? You're alone, aren't you? Let me help you." "I'm not alone. I have people working for me secretly—girl assassins who act as my eyes and ears. They don't know everything about me, though—I keep my true self hidden so the enemy can't use it against me." "Is that so? Girl power—how exciting."

Warm blood splattered across Serena’s face. The assassin slowly looked downward as a blade protruded clean through their chest. Silence. Absolute silence fell. Then— …the blade ripped out of his body violently backward and the assassin collapsed into the mud. Dead. Serena dropped to her knees coughing violently. Heavy footsteps approached slowly through the rain. A young woman emerged from the darkness. She had long dark hair soaked by rain and sharp green eyes. Twin blades in her hands. She looked young and beautiful, but just as deadly…

~ Rhys ~ Benny led him to the storage room, confirming the inventory of the books. Rhys was taken aback when he realized that Amira, the woman who had attempted to assassinate him, a vicious rogue, someone he considered beneath him, was the mastermind behind such an ingenious idea.

I saw the way she staggered, the way her hand clutched the moonstone on her wrist like a lifeline. But she didn’t fall. She never fully broke. My wolf liked that and that made him dangerous. I leaned back in my chair and let the recording loop again. She moved like a predator. Every strike in the earlier footage was deliberate. Not street-learned. Not military. Professional. Lethal. Zero. The name that Hugo and Kelly had whispered in my ear like a curse. A ghost in the underground. An assassin without a face. A rumor most dismissed… until now.

Another triumphant Assassin, whose name I believe is Zara stands there, wiping blood off her fists. I'm almost sure she is one of the Assassin who was tripping me up the entire walk here. And naturally, her gaze finds me and a sinister smile spreads across her face. "Well well, the newbie," she says tauntingly, revealing her dark hair behind her head. "Tell me you all don't want to see how she does in a fight?"

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?”

A silver needle caught the overhead light, a thin, lethal sliver aimed at the base of her throat. "Vanessa said the bitch is a freak. A heartbeat isn't enough to call it. Put the silver in her brain." The killer leaned in. His breath stunk of cheap cigarettes and rot. Madison's eyes snapped open. The silver light in her pupils turned the room into a blur of motion. She surged up, her hand clamping onto the lead assassin's throat. Cartilage groaned. The sound of his windpipe collapsing under her grip echoed off the tile walls like a dry branch snapping.