Best Books About Assassins Novels & Stories

It was as if I were looking for a needle in a haystack. If Silent Assassin weren’t an enemy of the law I would have applauded him for his bravery and for having such skills. He was very slippery just like an eel. And all of his victims are people who are hugely plagued by society. He is like Robinhood in modern times. It’s just that Robinhood stole from the rich and gave to the poor while silent Assassin kills the rich people who are plagues of society and bullies the people who are helpless because of their low status or don't have money. He will be good police if only he is not an assassin.

But she got rejected and kicked out of Biotech, so she opted to commit suicide. “Don't you feel sorry for her death?” I knew I was a hypocrite in the moment, but I just wanted to know if he ever felt something for his victims. “She chose to end her life, and she did. I had nothing to do with that. Let's just say she was unlucky,” he spoke calmly as he twirled his glass. Assassins were trained never to have feelings or get attached to their targets, but this man here was way worse than an assassin.

It was the most beautiful, horrifying thing I’d ever seen. And God help me, I wanted to touch them. “You’re… you’re a vampire,” I whispered, my hand reaching out before I could stop myself. My fingers brushed his chin, my thumb ghosting over the edge of one sharp tooth. Marcus didn’t move. He let me touch him, his breath coming in hot, heavy drags. “I’m an assassin, Noah. I was raised to be a weapon. I’ve killed more people than you’ve had board meetings. And right now, every instinct I have is telling me to run before I ruin you.”

he finished as he rose. The room, surrounded by his fifteen elite, he froze midway through his rise, transfixed by the sight of the assassin before him. Everything that happened next happened at once, and yet he watched it as if it were intended for him to see. In the man’s grip came a burst of flame, and from the space around his hand a blackness spilled from somewhere within the light like a pool of blood from an unattended injury, smoke rising as it came to life, drawn from a place Maekil could only surmise to be an abomination. And when it was over, like the tale of the Shadow Child, in his grip rested two short swords like the falchions of great archers who bore the battlefront in the a

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

I wished, with a sudden, sharp ache in my chest, that someone would actually look at me like that for real. I dropped my iPad and leaned into the chair, closing my eyes. The assassination attempt on my father earlier that evening had drained the last of my adrenaline I was tired. I was stressed. And more than anything, I was desperate to feel something other than terror. I thought back to the night before. I had been on my way to find Kenneth, fueled by my friends' advice to "attack," to take control, to make him beg. My seduction plan had been interrupted by the alert of my dad’s murder attempt.

I would suit its back but time is not on my side. His glass door reveals he is neither in his ambiently lit kitchen nor his living room, but the security men from earlier at least denotes he is home and that is all that matters. Tucking my gun in its holster, I proceed to unlock the door with a central key. To become an assassin, you have to learn to pay more attention to details than even a forensic analyst. His door made not even a creak the last time I was here and now it is like I did not touch the door.

" Her voice, the way she threatened to kill me. I don't think is her first. She didn't sound nervous at all. " Carolyn nodded her head. So they were looking at a seasoned killer. " Thank you, " she said politely and turned for the door, her partner trailing after her. " You might consider closing shop and leaving town for the moment cause the Colosimos gang will be going hunting and your backyard will be the first stop, " she said just before the hit the door. " Fuck me twice! " the red head frazzled curse followed her out the door. " So do you know any female assassin that operate within the city? " she asked Max when they entered the car. " Just two. Lightning and Poison, " Max answered as

he replied after a short pause. She blinked slowly and smiled. "Do you think I fear anything?" she asked and he chuckled lightly. This felt so wrong, she felt weird toward this man. (Just because he's acting like this doesn't mean he's not a man who killed thousands of people), she needed to remind herself. She's an assassin, and he's her target. Maybe this is why he's so dangerous. He can play with emotions like how he plays with guns. Killing him grants her freedom.

He knew exactly how dangerous professional assassins could be, especially those connected to the Five Fingers. Deception was one of their greatest weapons, not merely physical deception but mental deception. Their methods had become legendary and the victims often believed they were hearing familiar voices, some claimed to hear trusted friends while others believed family members were calling their names. Many swore they had seen loved ones moments before dying, but by the time they realized the truth… It was already too late. The assassins had mastered the art of creating hesitation, and a single moment of uncertainty often became all they required. Countless targets had died believing betr