Best Assassin In History Novels & Stories

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.

Emerald Devil was ranked 14th on the world’s assassin ranking, while Bloody Rose ranked ninth. This was no mere list of killers, but the most authentic and trustworthy assassin ranking in the world! All those on the list are the strongest and most renowned killers on the planet. Although there were only a few differences between nine and fourteen, the gap was actually quite considerable in reality. “How about counting me in?” Bloody Rose was a very sexy and voluptuous beauty, but as her name suggested, she was incredibly cruel and domineering at heart. “I want thirteen billion.” “You’re overstepping your boundaries, Bloody Rose.”

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.

She had seen Caleb many times on television as the MD, but Cassian Holt was a different story altogether. Cassian Holt was a name that sparked both fear and admiration in the business world. Known for his unmatched influence and ruthless efficiency, he earned the title of an assassin for his precise and cold approach to eliminating obstacles. No one had ever seen his face—his true identity was a complete mystery. This secrecy only added to his fearsome reputation, making him a shadowy figure whose mere mention could unsettle even the most confident. Those who crossed him or fell into his web of influence often faced severe, unseen consequences.

He let his head rest on the couch and closed his eyes. Without warning, he felt a cold metal pressed on his neck. He gasped and opened his eyes but made no sudden move. He knew what meatal could mean and he was right. A stiletto blade was pressed against his neck. He knew that blade to be the choice of assassins since medieval times. He also knew Tikhon’s assassins never used any blade, they preferred guns, then who the hell came to kill him? “Get up!” commanded the assassin. Yoshiro was extremely careful. One wrong move and that stiletto could pierce his skin like a hot knife in butter. He stood up and three people stood before him with the fourth one pointing the blade at his neck.

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

“Of course. I think you’ll get more interesting conversation out of Bella but I’m here if you need.” “What do you think of this war?” He raised an eyebrow and set his hump of dark brown wood to the side, folding his pen-knife away. “I’ve been out of the world, tucked away down here for over twenty years but nothing changes.” “What do you mean?” “People and power. Always dangerous.” I knew his history. He was once an assassin. Those huge, sculpted shoulders draped in a white shirt, three silvery scars on his neck. He killed to order. The quiet, grey-eyed Bella was a murderer turned miracle healer. “Is that why you came to live down here?”

Therefore, the two-stars assassin was quite a powerful person. He believed it was a piece of cake to kill Severin when Severin was off-guard. However, he had underestimated Severin. When the dagger was about to pierce Severin's back, Severin used the back of his hand to grab the assassin's hand tightly. "Ah—!" The assassin shouted out in pain when that happened. The dagger dropped to the floor. Even a professional assassin like him could not endure the pain when the bone was about to break.

said Rave. The curtain at the side moved from side to side. A cold breeze rushed into the room from the window, which was opened. Rave moved his hand to his ear to remove an invisible dirt. "What should we do?" He asked again. I tore my gaze away from him. Moving it to one of the nude frames at the side. Black Axe was a very skilled assassin. He was the most wanted in the underworld. He has never missed any of his kills. He was very meticulous, and that was why we didn't know when he killed the henchmen and was also able to escape.

“She’s not going to escape the justice I bring for what she did to Victor. She’s going to beg me for mercy, but I won’t listen to her and shoot her.” “Miss Minerva,” she softly called me and sighed, “Helen Palma is known to be the best assassin of their organization. Aside from being the daughter of their king and queen, she worked hard training and accumulating missions that honed her to where she is now. Several assassins from the other organizations have fought her, but they never won. You must be careful and not be impulsive when we get to their mansion, alright?”