Best Assassin In History Novels & Stories

But since he was the head of the family, what other course of action did they have? In the end. Robin Wright had hired the infamous assasin Lucas Stephens to carry out the mission. He was known all over the country for killing businessmen who had offended the elite of the business world. But his fame was more because he was never caught. Everyone knew what he had done, but no one was able to pin it on him. Nor had he ever disclosed who had hired him. This was his main attribute. Otherwise, he knew that the first rule of assasination was, kill the assasin. As long as he kept his mouth shut, he was safe.

"I've been waiting for this day from past five years. Finally that day has arrived, you all will beg for mercy just like me and my family begged for. You will ask for death but I will make this world hell for you all.I vow you mom, dad and brothers I Lilianah Romanov, Queen if Assassin's will make their life worst. They will ask death but I will give them pain, torture and humiliation. I went through so many obstacles just to gain this title, to reach where I am now." . . . .

He looked very different from the previous timeline, where he acted like he was God’s gift to the world. When threatened, even vermin fought to survive, much less Luis. He appeared anxious as he tried to get himself out of this predicament. “It was my fault that I arrived late, but Cara has always mistreated Bianca, using her pregnancy as an excuse to do whatever she wanted. Before leaving, she even stole my communication device. I didn’t even know there was an assassination attempt!” My heart skipped a beat when he said this. I gave a bitter laugh. The communication device I had begged for had suddenly become something I had stolen.

But if this man-boy, I hated calling him that, but I have yet to have him divulge a name, thinks he will live, he's sorely mistaken. Rule number one of being an assassin is to show no mercy. We learned, as kids, that if you show mercy, you get stabbed in the back. The weak get killed, and in our world, there is no time for weakness. That sounds totally laughable since we're both here pretending to basically be pussies. I hated this fucking shit. If it were up to me, I would've ended this all on the first night we were here. But oh no, Commander Rourke wanted us to play the long game.

In the next second, Rudolf was shocked to find that he was holding a bullet in place with two fingers. "That's impossible!" Tomas was captivated by what he saw, completely amazed. Tomas, as the mastermind behind this assassination mission, had done his homework in advance. He knew that Rudolf was a skilled practitioner of martial arts, and even young Penny had a rank in ancient martial arts. Tomas spent a lot of money hiring the most experienced mercenaries specifically to deal with them. These two snipers were his secret weapons! They used sniper rifles and bullets that were custom-made specifically for assassinating ancient martial artists.

Since Leon had brought it up, he would gladly hear Leon’s explanation. “Because I’ve once got my hands on a register of hitmen and have seen the same person in that register. He’s one of the top 100 assassins in the world.” Until today, Leon could clearly remember the hitmen in the register. He was disgusted whenever he was reminded of it because the hitmen in the register must have slaughtered countless lives.

Alssandro Leone Romano James Mathews hung up and rounded his shoulder to get rid of the fatigue he now had. He is my Vice-President, henchman, undertaker, right-arm man. Despite his age and charisma, he was an ice-berg. A cruel callous bastard. Though he looked pristine and refined to the nines he had more blood on his hands than I did. We always had hired hands but this sadistic sicko liked to get his hands dirty. He took a pussy, disposed of it. He took a dime, impenitently.

they both replied again. "You did your best?! IDIOTS!" I yelled angrily at them again. In rage and irritation by their foolish response, I hurl another object at them. If these guys are so ignorant, how did they become top-tier assassins? "YOU DID YOUR BEST?! WHAT A JOKE!" I yelled angrily at them again. " Sir-" "You didn't do your best, fools! If you actually did your best, that jerk would have died right now and I wouldn't have had any problems, but he's still alive because you're both useless!" I yelled at them.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.