Best Assassin Books Novels & Stories

“Normally, I would hand an assignment to whichever handler had the best suited assassin. This particular target calls for all hands-on deck.” I dropped the file onto the table, letting the image of Rory slide out just enough to be seen. The handlers were professional, they quickly replaced their confused glances with blank expressions. It wasn’t unusual that we would have to eliminate one of our own, but Rory was unique. “As some of you may be aware, one of our own was murdered.” I paused to gauge how my words were being received. “Selene was our top assassin.” “You can’t really be insinuating that Rory killed her.” One of the female handlers scoffed. “They were too close for something like

"You can be an assassin if you're not a hitman!" "What's the difference?" I asked, having never heard of such a word. Ignacio grinned. "An assassin also kills for something in return. Most would kill for credits like a hitman but there are some who choose to kill for personal reasons or obligations. I thought it would suit you with your fight against the Parliament for liberation." I thought about it for a while. "Night Walker – The Liberal Assassin… There's a nice ring, I like it." The silence was comfortable for a while until I realised something. "Wait, how do you know what an assassin is? Even the term "hitman" was nowhere to be found in the normal archives."

“Jesus! That kid never runs out of energy, does he?” A chuckle escapes my lips at his amazement. “Connor is definitely in a league of his own.” Declan looks down at his feet then back at me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looks nervous. Licking my lips, I lift my knees to my chest, wrap my arms around them and take a deep breath. “What are you?” I ask the question that has been niggling in the back of my mind since she showed up at the mansion. His brow quirks, but he maintains an even expression. “What do you mean?” Puffing out a breath, I throw back the covers and rise from the bed. “Wow,” I mutter out in disbelief. “Are we really going to play this game, Declan? Well, let me brea

I say in annoyance as I smooth down my hair. He chuckles, “My apologies, now what can I do for what?” “Recently myself and another found ourselves being the targets of someone who seems to be manipulating people in our profession to end each other. I’ve found several cases of double homicides that are just chalked up to nasty cases of self-defence gone bad, but the causes of death in those cases all link up to assassins who all vanished without a trace. Of course, I now know what happened to them. I want to find the son of a bitch who put a target on my back and make him regret it. I figured if anyone would have answers regarding the disappearances of assassins, it would be you… Master,” I s

Adjacent to it was a twin building, both held a bridge on the 90th floors bridging the two buildings, allowing access from one to the other. Reaching the top floor, Sebastian swiftly walked towards his office, leaving the door open behind him. He could sense her following him, though she was extremely light footed and her breathing was quiet compared to most others. His senses were always on alert as he had mastered them whilst training to become an assassin, therefore she could not go undetected by him. She followed him in and quietly stood before his desk for him to give out his next orders, for she knew he had a reason to bring her into work. He had been acting hostile from the moment he

Would be use as an evidence. Back then as an assassin, I always made sure I destroy every proof that I have. Every single one of them, I don't ever leave any trail or something that could stand as a weapon against me. I am always careful. There was this particular book that caught my eye, is actually the title that piqued my interest... The book title is, *The kidnapping of five kids.* This is so gross, killing people wasn't enough, he actually... Kidnapped kids! My father is a real psycho.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

he finished as he rose. The room, surrounded by his fifteen elite, he froze midway through his rise, transfixed by the sight of the assassin before him. Everything that happened next happened at once, and yet he watched it as if it were intended for him to see. In the man’s grip came a burst of flame, and from the space around his hand a blackness spilled from somewhere within the light like a pool of blood from an unattended injury, smoke rising as it came to life, drawn from a place Maekil could only surmise to be an abomination. And when it was over, like the tale of the Shadow Child, in his grip rested two short swords like the falchions of great archers who bore the battlefront in the a

“My name is Zara. And my sister's name was Zylara.” My voice broke slightly when I said her name, and I quickly looked away, refusing to let myself fall apart before I finished. “I'm just going to say this, Cassius, and whatever you deem fit to do with me afterward, I don't mind.” I took a deep breath, feeling my chest tighten. “I used to think you were the kind of Mafia lord who just went around killing people without caring who they were.” Cassius remained completely silent. “But then I got close to you,” I continued, watching him carefully. “And I realized that you don't kill just anyone. You kill bad people.” His eyes hardened. “I was an assassin.”

I could use a decoy though. Then there came Isabella, beating all odds. An assassin so unpredictable and inhumanly fast like she’s born to be one. Hell, she must have not done one heck of a training just to reach where she is now. She’s gifted with strength and skills that no other person could easily match… well, except for me. For the first time in years of killing, I felt matched. She moves like nothing I have seen before. Even mafias who top the rank wouldn’t stand a chance against her. Isabella Moretti fights so gracefully. Her expressions and movements always remained calm and focused. Every strike and kick made it impossible not to watch.