Best Assassin In History Novels & Stories

I shouted and pushed him back as I got to my feet, “You ruined them and as further torture you made Nok their caretaker. They’re down at the barrier struggling to survive and fight because you decided they were better used as tools to shame Nok rather than-” “Ashai,” he was still smiling like I was the one overreacting, “There have been many cases where I’ve been told I needed to be more cruel with my punishments and this was one of those times. Assassins, that’s what they were. A group of ten assassins that were all barely two centuries old. The youngest of them was just a few years older than Garmesh is now. I am fine with people uniting against me. I have every right to be labeled a monst

Isabella said, holding her face where the slap had landed, her eyes reddened. Lorenzo chuckled, “Maybe I should tell you a little story before ending your miserable life. Alessandro Angelo is the deadliest assassin, hit man that you would ever know…ah, I guess he probably hadn’t told you his real name. I just did you the honors. Since you would be dying by my hand, this is the least I could do for you…” he flashed her a smile before he continued. “You know how good he is with the guns…the guns seem to spur on happily at his sight. Or you might wanna know how much people he has killed…millions of them!”

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

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!"

He could even subdue the five assassins from Corps D'elite. One must know that the people from Corps D'elite were all elites carefully selected by Terrell. Each of them possessed abilities that were ten times stronger than ordinary people. In general assassination operations, only two assassins needed to be sent to complete the mission. This time, Terrell had purposely sent five people to be careful. Among them, Uncle Wayne was the top among the experts. He was the most powerful assassin in Corps D'elite. He thought everything was perfect, but unexpectedly, the whole team was defeated!

He probably knew of his brother's shenanigans and I was so sure he always had a cup of coffee ready for all the ladies that left his bedroom. Who said chivalry was dead again? "I'm fine." I snapped, before giving him a tight smile, "But, thanks for asking." I grumbled under my breath, "Or being the only nice person in this house." But it looked like he heard my last sentence because he smiled, gleaming white teeth and all, and said, "Just being a gentleman." I looked at him and then at the cup of coffee, reconsidering my earlier response. A steaming hot cup of coffee was the perfect fix for me right now after barely sleeping last night.

were assassins in the truest sense of the word. Hashshashin, Ninja, Thuggee, Black Lotus, Coils of the Serpent, Brotherhood of the Wolf, the Black Hand, Cult of the Jaguar and the Ghost Tigers. They were not just murder for hire, but murder to advance their cause. Harmonious existence was bad for business, so they stirred up rivalries and conflict in every corner of the globe.