Best Assassin In History Novels & Stories

Dante looked at Gonta who was about to spill the truth, about his true identity, and why he was so knowledgeable about Isak Emma’s destiny. “I’ll tell you a story, Chosen one.”, Gonta said as he chuckled. “There was once a king, often called the King of the South, but his fame, reached the ends of the earth, the king was greatly loved by his followers, who adored him, not because of his great powers, but he was adored due to his softness at heart, other nations saw this and sent a man to this young King of the South, he was quite vast in power and knowledge, this man, was the greatest assassin to have lived, he was renowned for his mystical powers, hence he was dangerous, however, this Assas

It’s a fragment of a memory from a late-night dive into the encrypted forums where the monsters of the underworld compare notes. Kirill Nikolaev. The name wasn’t in Senator Scott’s files, which means I won’t be a conflict of interest. A user on a Tor-hidden forum, using the handle Viper_77, had bragged about an assassin with a team who could vanish problems that even the cartels couldn't scrub. Someone who didn't just remove the stain, but turned the whole cloth to ash. They called him a scalpel in a world of hammers. They also said he’s absolutely deadly.

She stopped talking with the policeman and headed for the Hotel's entrance door, I came out of my hiding place and continued following her. I scanned the whole area with my modified eyes and I saw that fifteen other persons were trailing her and they were all armed... The hunt had begun. Among the fifteen assassins following her was John Micheal, who was a renowned assassin from Brazil, he was a former member of the CIA but left fifteen years ago and became an assassin for a living. From being a protector of life to being a murderer life was a parallelogram. The fifteen of them were all here to kill her and take the bounty money but there was no way I was going to let that happen even if it

Though the steam and moisture cleared the sand mist, it only heightened everyone's unease. "Only... only one person?!" *stab!* An escort soldier sent to protect the VIP gasped, his voice laced with disbelief, just moments before a swift blade pierced his throat, silencing him forever. Clad in a mysterious dark blue robe and concealed face, the assassin struck with such precision and ferocity that it left the remaining bodyguards and soldiers in a state of shock. The swift and calculated movements executed by this singular figure were solely responsible for neutralizing the trained personnel and the two top AB trainees in the sand maze. Yet, upon being exposed to the open air, they swiftly re

Having once served alongside Ethan, Marcus knew just how terrifying Ethan could be. … Three years ago, there were nine fighters from beyond the border whose combat abilities matched or exceeded those of military experts like himself. Some had even crawled their way up from battlefields of corpses, their abilities surpassing Marcus and his peers. They were known as the nine deadliest assassins beyond the border. Among them, Number Three was the strongest as he could face any three opponents simultaneously without losing ground. Marcus believed that even in one-on-one combat, he would not be a match for Number Three.

My fingers gripped his neck, piercing his skin. "Let me die," he muttered. "Like death will give you relief," I spat. "And I already know they are alive! What are the names of the nobles?" Broderick opened his mouth, but instead of telling me the name I needed to hear, his breath fell from his lungs and into my face. His heart stopped, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Oh, a record," the Assassin said passively as he tapped his watch. "FUCK!" I threw Broderick's body to the ground. My foot kicked into his side until sweat beaded on my brow. Taking one of the Assassin's knives, I stabbed Broderick's heart repeatedly until I was pulled away. "Fucking hell! Let me go!"

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

He cringes in pain, almost reopening his stitches. Nixon on the floor of the roof, rolls to the other side of the switch box, quickly getting up and calculating the strength of the wind and distance like the others. This time, only aiming above, not needing to move it again. He fires, again, falling to the floor, army crawling across it and rolling onto his back. "Looks like I win." The snipers that were pointing at the building were all killed. Nixon Driver, also known as the Jackal. The greatest marksman to have ever lived.

"They probably even helped her kill those assassins." Kelvin had a puzzled look on his face. "Judging by the injuries on those men, they died from one shot. It was one against three, so this person must have great marksmanship. "Since when has Mrs. Miller gotten to know such an amazing person?" Ethan said, "This person has great aim, will kill someone without hesitation, and doesn't pose a threat to Liv. Only one person comes to mind." He thought of that man he encountered on the ship some time ago.

He was never meant to get attached to these assassins cause he is aware of the risk involved. " Can we move on now? " Several heads nodded. Percy clicked on his screen and the five assassins' images were displayed on the screen. The first was King, followed by Lioness, then Lightning, Tigress, and then Ruthless. Ruthless was a young assassin just like Lightning but he had recruited him earlier at the age of eighteen. The guy was already a seasoned assassin by the time he hit the age.