Best Assassin Books Novels & Stories

Her heart pounded in her chest, her gaze turning to pure adoration as she looked at Ashton. He was like a god. "Kill him! Kill him!" Angry shouts edged with terror rose from the darkness. More and more assassins lunged at Ashton, throwing everything they had into trying to take him down. However, they were only rushing to their deaths. No one could remain standing under that long blade in his hand. Even an SS-ranked expert took only one strike to take out. There was blood everywhere. As time passed, the severed heads on the floor grew in number, while fewer assassins dared to charge Ashton. At long last, none remained who would raise a hand against him.

Maybe her will-power and strength were not par from honey bone, the former top one Assassin in the world. “Lesly hunter , how’s was the situation there?” asked the man to her over the phone. Yes, the beautiful woman was no another than, Lesly hunter the top one high class assassin in the world. “Yes, Mr. Young master of Luckser. he was guarded by the woman, but don’t worry I’ll find enough time to assassinate him. It was just a piece of cake.” Said Lesly hunter to him.

“This is the only piece of truth you spoke in weeks.” He grabs her arm and glares at her. “Who are you?” he demands. “You are not an omega, are you?” Anna pushes him away and stands up. “I read books because I am an assassin and it is my job to hide myself in the midst of my victims’ social circles!” She reasons. “I merely happened to stumble upon the book in one of my many assassinations and it is the last book I read before I was blinded.” Lavi also stands up, not convinced with her logic.

"Listen up, boy!" "You're right. I'm a monster, and the Pearl mentioned in all those books. Yes, I killed Diego Corry, but there's one small detail every single book has forgotten to mention." I was grinning wickedly. I threw him down on the ground with force. I could hear him murmuring something to himself under his breath as he said, "I'm an assassin. People hire me when they can't fix their own problems. They hire me because I don't ask questions, and I'm the best at what I do." I could see that he was saying, "I'm an assassin."

I just told her about the Gabriel situation. Dee laughed, hugging the small throw-over pillow to her chest. "This is gold, Kay! Like freaking gold. I've always read about this but I have never actually seen someone that has experienced this." she threw the pillow at me, and it hit me right in my face. "I can't believe your one-night stand, the one who fucked you so good you could barely walk straight, if I may add, is your first client. This is freaking gold." She laughed, and I glared at her.

“His track record speaks for itself. He has had over a hundred missions, all against elite targets, and not a single failure. He has even slain a Transcendent Martial King!” Lord Barbenheim felt very confident. “Dustin, I know your strength is remarkable, but even you should tremble before the world’s top assassin!” Jonah was a force Lord Barbenheim had spared no expense to hire. He wanted to make sure that Dustin would not survive this encounter. Jonah was the strongest assassin from Death Hall and the top assassin in the world. Lord Barbenheim was confident that Jonah could eliminate Dustin.

“Someone explain to me why that name sounds like the apocalypse.” Lena studied her. “You’ve never heard of him?” “No.” “That’s actually impressive,” Lena said. Then she turned back to Arun. “He’s careful with his reputation.” Arun exhaled slowly. “Yes. He is.” Alina’s patience snapped. “Okay, enough mysterious silence. Who the hell is he?” Lena answered. “He’s the best assassin alive.” Alina frowned. “There are plenty of those.” Lena shook her head. “Not like him.” She stepped closer, her boots echoing softly on the concrete.

His eyes glow with predatory fury. “Touch her again,” he growls, his voice inhuman, “and I’ll tear you apart slowly.” The two remaining assassins exchange glances, then make a fatal mistake, they attack simultaneously. What follows is brutal and efficient. Alistair moves like death itself, all savage grace and lethal precision. He catches the first assassin’s blade with his bare hand, the metal cutting into his palm, and breaks the man’s wrist with a sickening crack. Before the assassin can scream, Alistair’s other hand is at his throat, crushing his windpipe.

she told me with a set face. Is she the one who came up with the name? I stepped away from her and I noticed she had a basket of flowers in her arm. “What if I buy the book instead, but still want to read it here?” “Then, that would be better,” she said and peered at the book I got. "It's one of the best-selling novels this year. The main characters are assassins and mercenaries, which made the book have a lot of blood and gore, and dark humor. The pacing and plot are great as well as the characters. It has a bit of romance, going from enemies to lovers."

He puffed deeply, inhaling the menthol smoke, which buzzed against the back of his throat. Stupid motherfuckers. All of them. Especially Deyquan, ragging on his terrorist theory. Like he knew any better. Such bullshit. Seriously. A girl dead in the bathroom, drowned in a fucking sink. Who did that? Not your average psycho-serial killer. That was straight-up, hardcore assassin shit. Like stabbing someone’s brain through their eye with a pen. Or strangling them with piano wire. He should know. He played Assassin’s Creed and Call of Duty and Splinter Cell, 24-7. He’d seen all the Jason Bourne movies, too.