Best Assassin In History Novels & Stories

I felt someone stood behind me and when I spun around I saw Pierro and Nicolai who was both gasping for air, holding a caliber gun. "Where is Sain?" I ask instantly when I realize that Sain Czar is not with them. "He is with Zacharias right now, they were chasing a Sintti assassins" Pierro replied. "He's what?!" I exclaimed. How could he chase an assassin leaving me here? Is he out of his mind? Sintti assassins are one of the best assassin in the world. They are a notorious killer, they were train ever since they were a child that's why they are good in fighting. They don't just came in one clan, they came from different clan who was trained like a soldier.

Cameron just smiled and followed his starving colleague. ******* For the assassin, time was moving slowly, just like his victim. Martin was impatient. He felt as if he had been born under a lucky star. Soon history would change and he, a simple mercenary, would be the one to change events irreversibly. His name would be forever written in the book of honour and for hundreds of years, he would be remembered as the one who led the Lightbearers to the eternal Olympus of glory.

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.

“His name and deeds were never recorded and made known to the public. For a period of time, the Inner City was unstable with the political shift in power. As Spencer is a good friend of mine, it wasn’t hard to get a name despite how all records about his existence had been wiped. Your close combat skills from the footage Rion showed me resembled him.” “Is he…?” Janon nodded. “Nash Skinner, the one and only man to be known as a hitman.” I gasped. It was so surreal. “What happened after Arvin got rid of his competition?” Janon shook his head. “Arvin didn’t truly get rid of all his competition. I submitted to him and offered him my services to remain as a member in this corrupted system.” I sco

She looked him dead in the eye as she said the ‘shot’ part. She wanted to ask him so many questions. Why did he kill the man? Why was he helping her despite the fact he killed someone? What was Adrian's connection to this? From what she observed so far, Adrian seems to be the boss and he clearly ordered the hit using Nicholas. She was the most unfortunate to witness it, now he wants her dead.

The knife caught the moonlight, reflecting a sharp, icy gleam—clearly a weapon of exceptional quality, capable of cutting through iron like mud. Thomas didn't flinch. He stepped back smoothly, dodging the strike, and in one fluid motion, disarmed the man. The assassin—a seasoned mercenary—froze in shock. Impossible. He ranked in the global top three for assassinations, and number one in close-quarters combat. How could his weapon be taken so easily? In that split second of distraction, a cold gleam flashed in Thomas's eyes. He swung the blade—and with a silver arc through the dark air, the assassin's pinky finger was severed clean off.

“Back then, you had the opportunity to take Secret, but you didn’t cherish it. Do you regret it now?” Blair put the pendant around Mable’s neck. “I do regret it a bit, but not for not getting Secret. I regret not cherishing you well enough.” Mable’s lips curled up, and she reopened the photo sent by Solomon. “This brooch is the identification mark of A-level subordinates of Secret. Thus, this assassin must be from Secret. There’s no way Solomon can make him talk!” An A-level assassin meant passing the most rigorous training. Their willpower was far beyond that of an ordinary person. Even if a truth serum was used, it was impossible to force him to talk.

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

Damien raised his brows but Henry just stood and didn't say anything. "Is it about Jonathan?" Damien asked. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect him to look at the Vice President's case behind my back." Henry reported. "So? Did he find out anything?" Damien wasn't angry and asked instead. "According to him, The Knife wound on the Assassins that attacked Madame and that of the Vice President are from the same person. So he thinks that Madame is the killer!"

“I guess that’s part of the Confradia package.” I nod my head. “Yeah, it’s not too late for you, man. Get out while you still can.” Corbin rolls his eyes in reply. Corbin is Priest’s brother. To Priest’s consternation, Corbin joined the Confradia two years ago at the age of nineteen. Even though, like me, he’s joined the others in missions, he’s not an Assassin. Corbin works on weapons research. He’s a freaking genius in modifying and creating weapons that have revolutionized the Confradia’s killing strategies. Since he joined the Confradia, our fighting tactics have evolved to a whole new level of calm.