Best Assassin In History Novels & Stories

A deadly psychopathic smile. It only took two blinks of an eye for Alexander to be right in front of the two assassins. His left hand grabbed Ghost-2's throat, lifted him high into the air then crushed him until the man's neck broke in one deadly squeeze. His right hand punched Ghost-3 in the face, smashing his bulletproof titanium combat helmet flush with the agent's skull. In ten seconds, the most advanced stealth unit designed by the world's most expensive military generals died into cheap meat scraps on the ice of the Caucasus.

"Aah!" "He's so strong! Get out of the way!" The assassins, taken by surprise, grew enraged, and their leader promptly issued an order. "Since he's come here to die, kill him!" At the command, numerous shadows rushed out, attacking Alexander from all directions. The momentum was overwhelming, but their strength was unimpressive. The strongest among them was only at the Lord of War level. The most formidable aspect of the assassins was not their strength, but their fearless fighting style.

the way I saw him torturing that rogue the other day left me speechless I have never seen an interrogation end so fast and successfully the way he swiftly broke that rogues bones with precision made everything the council told me about him believable, I can't believe my son was an assassin. I remember a few years ago the other alphas would talk about an assassin in Italy called the ripper or as he was previously known Il Mostro di Firenze (the monster of Florence). He was called the monster of Florence because according to the council he was the reason for the destruction of three of the largest packs in Italy.

Though being in her presence sent chills down his spine, never once did it occur to him that his mother was an assassin. The House of Assassins was rife with rumors about her. Keira's predecessor. The House of Assassins' original number one assassin. The Silencer. But she was a myth. Never seen, only whispered about. Unexplained, grizzly acts of brutal bloodshed when all seemed lost on the battlefield were attributed to her.

"And he kept calling me little girlie." Evil Eyes is in the passenger seat examining where I stabbed him to death. He looks at me with respect in those disturbing eyes. "Little girlie, huh? Looks like the joke is on him." Alessandro takes my hand and gently removes the knife. "You just killed Ivan Popov, the deadliest assassin in the Russian mafia."

she said, and I understood her. "Don't worry. If his brother will be able to track me down, you will be lucky," I said. "I know that girl," she said. I looked at her face, and I knew that she wished he would find me soon. Today's event played in my head, and I smiled. I enjoyed myself with him. He is not the enemy. His father was one of the people who trusted me with their dirty work when I became an assassin. It was because of him I was here. News about an assassin called The Poison working for the Italian Mafia had spread fast, making me earn more jobs. That is how I became famous. As years passed, I became the most feared and dangerous assassin. I am grateful because of him. I will always

“Someone explain to me why that name sounds like the apocalypse.” Lena studied her. “You’ve never heard of him?” “No.” “That’s actually impressive,” Lena said. Then she turned back to Arun. “He’s careful with his reputation.” Arun exhaled slowly. “Yes. He is.” Alina’s patience snapped. “Okay, enough mysterious silence. Who the hell is he?” Lena answered. “He’s the best assassin alive.” Alina frowned. “There are plenty of those.” Lena shook her head. “Not like him.” She stepped closer, her boots echoing softly on the concrete.

“This is Knife, and he’s good with anything sharp. He has killed 99 people with the dagger he wields. You will be the hundredth. “This is Gunner, a legend in the hitman world. He never misses within a hundred meters. “That one is Snipe. See the sniper in his hand? I bought it for him—three million. “The other two… one of them is Ghost, the other one is Raksha. The ladies are great at ambush and trapping.” Solomon looked proud when he introduced his hitmen who he hired as they were all well-known killers in the underworld. They were all hired just to kill Andrius. It was overkill, but it was considered somewhat of a respect to be assassinated by them.

If he had been armed, he may have stood a better chance. But it wasn't over yet. I may have killed Aspin, but he wasn't the brains. No far from it. The crunching of leaves had now stopped, and there stood five assassins. They had bared witness to the death of their comrades, and the air was now like a burning fire. They weren't angry about the death of their comrade, now they where angry that he wasn't able to subdue me. All of them where so cocky and arrogant. Especially the man who stood before me, a gold signet on his clothes. The General. I sneered at him, a deadly grin spreading across my face as I wrenched my dagger from Aspin's chest.

’ The fact was he was smart enough to realize that the war between the Somali government and the militants was going to take forever to resolve and he was not ready to sit around waiting for a mirage to materialize because he had big dreams and Al Shaabab was not going to help him realize them. Now, five years later with more than 100 body counts to his name, he was currently one of the best assassins in the world. When you were introduced to the killing game at such a tender age, killing became part of you because all sense of right and wrong abandons your consciousness making death your conscience and the sight of blood your only salvation.