Best Assassin In History Novels & Stories

“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.

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

How pathetic. I remember the first time I made her kill someone. A smirk forms on my lips as I recall the details of the encounter. It was a life or death situation, a kill or be killed. I felt my d**k twitch threatening to bust through my zipper. The sight of her being covered in blood with scratches and bruises all over her had me rock hard. I saw her innocence leave from her eyes as she cut the man's throat and began stabbing him repeatedly. That's when I found the perfect job for her, something that would actually make her useful. Since that day, she's become my personal assassin. A great one, too.

“Edward Bishop, was in service for more than thirty years, climbing up the ranks because of his tenacity and bravery. Alex Walters has been trained well by her father when she showed interest in what he does. Trained her to the extent that as young as fourteen, she was already a sharpshooter.” “If you review the footages from last night, you will see that it only took her a few seconds to fire back at the gunman,” he continued. “Her skill with a firearm is precise and it will only be a few times that she will miss her target.” “How do you know her father, sir?”

I furrowed my brows at him. “I meant, good that he wasn’t your boyfriend…not that he was a fucking moron that got himself killed.” I tilted my head at him. He ran a hand through his hair. He looked nervous. “Please disregard what I just said.” I scoffed. “Yeah, sure.” “Good.” He let out a breath. “How many people have you taken out?” Most assassins didn’t keep count; after the first few years, they all blended together. But I knew the exact number of people I had taken out for the last decade. “Three hundred and fifty-seven.”

It had been two years since then. She knew to get in she would need the skills to sneak in and out without notice. She hadn’t gained that skill in the forest so she needed to learn it. She had them started to take on assassination jobs to gain this skill. Doing this had gotten the attention of Wolferan and had since been forced to run from him. Although she had become well known for silent assassinations she still was lacking in the skill. She needed to be better to get into the castle to kill the king.

Trevor was once Jekyll's best hitman, regarded as Metropolis' best assassin due to his dynamic headshots and eagle eye accuracy. Along with Trevor, there is another Hitman, an extraordinary assassin known as the best sniper in Metropolis. According to Tales, "Dagon's tickle is what tickles your soul when you opened your eyes and found yourself being dragged by the reaper." Together, Kelvin and Trevor become the most feared and dangerous assassins in New York because they are bloodthirsty, strong, and like-minded.

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.

I never hid anything from Alessio, he was my brother and I knew that I could trust him. "You're The assassin? The deadly?" He asked, unable to believe what he just heard. I nodded. I was waiting for him to snap at me or tell me that what I do isn't good but on the contrary, he smiled brightly at me. "I'm proud of you." He said, "My sister is the best assassin in the world. I can't be prouder." "My brother is the best sniper in the world. I can't be prouder." I mimicked making him laugh.