Best Assassin Books Novels & Stories

But if this man-boy, I hated calling him that, but I have yet to have him divulge a name, thinks he will live, he's sorely mistaken. Rule number one of being an assassin is to show no mercy. We learned, as kids, that if you show mercy, you get stabbed in the back. The weak get killed, and in our world, there is no time for weakness. That sounds totally laughable since we're both here pretending to basically be pussies. I hated this fucking shit. If it were up to me, I would've ended this all on the first night we were here. But oh no, Commander Rourke wanted us to play the long game.

His eyes weren't their usual striking gold anymore; they were a terrifying, glowing crimson, burning with the promise of absolute death. In a display of terrifying, supernatural speed, Cassian intercepted the assassin before the man's boots could fully settle on the floor. He didn't just hit the man; he pulverized him. Cassian caught the assassin by the throat mid-air, the force of his grip snapping bone instantly, and slammed him down into the marble floorboards. The wood cracked under the impact. The threat was neutralized in a matter of seconds, the second assassin dropping like a stone, completely lifeless before he even knew what had hit him.

Or maybe, like Arthur, he didn't feel pain. "Run, Alex!" Jackson shouted. He holstered his gun and met the assassin’s charge. He grabbed the assassin's wrist, blocking the blade inches from his neck. They wrestled on the cold stone floor. The assassin was incredibly strong—enhanced strength. Jackson grunted, using his body weight to slam the man into the stone pedestal. The heavy book fell to the floor. "You possess the blood of the key," the assassin hissed. "But you are weak." "I'm not weak," Jackson pulled a hidden knife from his sleeve—a trick Sebastian taught him—and stabbed it into the unarmored joint of the assassin's shoulder. "I'm just pissed off."

A dozen men in tactical gear stormed in, guns raised. Alex and Jaxon reacted instantly. Daniel and John stormed in as well. Alex moved like lightning and fired a shot. The lead assassin dropped with a bullet between the eyes. Jaxon rolled to the side, taking out another with a clean shot to the chest. Daniel and John followed, gunfire ringing through the air without pause. Garry stood untouched in the chaos, his expression sickeningly calm. “Alex!” Jaxon shouted as bullets tore through the room. “I see it!” Alex barked, diving behind a marble pillar as a spray of bullets ricocheted off the walls. He fired two clean shots, hitting one assassin in the head and another in the throat.

As if my wolf was standing by, ready to strike. The first scream cut through the trees like an alarm. One of my men had fallen into an iron trap, the steel teeth biting deep to the bone. The scent of hot blood hit fast, and with it, the forest came alive. And of course… with the alarm of my soldiers came "them". Fast. Silent. Like they were part of the snow itself, invisible to anyone who didn’t know this land. Assassins. Men of the Alpha who ruled this territory. Damn Glen J. Baker.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

Targeted. Their message: You want to protect her? You will do what we say. Below: my mission dossier. They want Damien Voss dead. Not just dead—exposed for failure. They want me planted by his side, closing trust gaps, disabling his defenses. Assassination in the guise of loyalty. I leaned back against the couch, pain throbbing behind my eyes. We had seen attacks on the President, but this was otherworldly. Whoever funded it could outbid governments, and they had singled me out—once the best the Blackguard offered.

Instead, he replied with actual books I’ve read before in my first life that he firmly hated. “‘Darkness Within’ is my first recommendation. Absolutely amazing. ‘Death, are you real?’ is also good, as well as ‘The Next Morning’. Those three are my best picks.” I blinked several times, visibly surprised. Earlier events completely shoved to the side as this new discovery of Cassius Silverton reading thriller books had me utterly nonplussed.

As Ishir shifts back to his human form, I help him sit up and Cedric gives him some water. When he relaxes and I see his body begin to heal itself, I look at him. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” I snarl. If they went after Ishir, they are dead. I'll kill them. He looks at me, sadness in his eyes. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” The end. This story will continue in Book 3: The Assassin coming late May, early June.

Number five on the assassin leaderboard, Midnight Wind. Number six on the assassin leaderboard, Savage. Number seven on the assassin leaderboard, Grim Reaper. Number nine on the assassin leaderboard, Scorpion. Number ten on the assassin leaderboard, Death Dance. Apart from the deceased Black Snake and the first on the assassin leaderboard, the Assassin King, James had recruited almost all of the top ten assassins. “Black Dragon, you promised to give us ten billion dollars.” The Wanderer ranked fourth on the assassin leaderboard requested the 10 billion dollars promised by James.