Best Books About Assassins Novels & Stories

“What are you so riled about?!” Zach tossed his phone to Malcolm and let him see the video. It was the video at one café inside the mall where one of the two would-be terrorists was immediately killed with a single shot to the head. “She was the sniper!” He confirmed angrily, balling his fists and slammed it on the table angrily. “That woman had led us on trying to pretend that she’s just a good shooter from all the practice she has done. I never did believe her story during those hostage incidents that had happened where she was holding a rifle.”

“Every man bleeds. Every man dies. Including this Knight.” Barbie’s nails dug crescents into her palms beneath the table. The pain kept her rooted in the moment, “So why?” she pressed. “Why go after him if you don’t even know who he is?” Her uncle leaned forward, steepling his fingers, his grin spreading wide. His teeth were sharp, his eyes hungrier than any wolf. “Because if the rumors are even a little bit true, then assassinating him will be your most challenging task yet.” Barbara couldn’t believe her ears.

It was Mack, the son of the crime boss that had ordered her father's murder. For a moment, she was stunned. She couldn't bring herself to pull the trigger. But then she remembered the years of training and discipline that had led her to this moment and steadied herself. Mack was just another job, and she was determined to complete it. As she made her way out of the bar, her thoughts were consumed by Mack and the revelation of his identity. She had never hesitated before, but something about him had made her pause. She had to remind herself that she was an assassin, and feelings had no place in this line of work.

She huffed, “all self taught. I never had anyone to ask to learn from or such. I only learned what I was able, while on the run. Before then I couldn’t even read anything or do much math. What difference does that make?” Wolferan spoke, “it doesn’t. I was just surprised by it. Most who never were taught never could read to begin. I never learned until someone sat down and taught me. It makes me wonder if you had been taught, would you have been a scholar instead of an assassin.” Leanunya looked at him, “I doubt it would have made much difference.”

He mutters urgently. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at his panicked words. “Relax, kid. No one is going to kill anyone. I’ll talk to them and ask them to back off.” Hunter relaxes his tone. “Yeah, man, thanks.” I release the call, place my phone on the console, and concentrate my eyes back on the road. I can understand why all of the men are on edge. Willem Kazik is a very dangerous man. A former Confradia Assassin who turned on the organization and killed many of our men. The asshole took a lot of intel and has made it to the top of our most-wanted list. Before Savage caught him, he was dealing with firearms, skin trade, and child trafficking. He even tried to kill Savage and Reaper’s wo

Bullet casings littered the floor, evidence of countless hours spent perfecting their deadly art. As Emine continued her exploration, she noticed a corner dedicated to intelligence gathering and analysis. Here, assassins pored over maps, blueprints, and surveillance footage, piecing together the puzzle of their targets. Computer screens flickered with encrypted messages and intricate algorithms, highlighting the basement's connection to a vast network of information.

She inhaled a deep breath and said, “It’s no wonder so many people by the same name were killed and buried here. It turns out that they were assassinated according to someone’s hit list. Hence, you came to see me because you suspect that they were assassinating Wyvern Peak’s soldiers based on the book auctioned by Fowler House ten years ago, right?” Adrian said, “That book is the only clue I have now. If the people behind this have a skilled professional to perform precise calculations and all sorts of complicated predictions, it is highly possible that they can predict the name of the next legate. Then, they will assassinate everyone who shares the same name.” “I understand now,” Nadine sai

It was as if he wanted the world to know who was behind the violence, taunting the authorities who had failed to catch him for five years and counting. I am an assassin too, but I kill only when sent to do so. I made sure my targets were truly evil, and my killing motives were driven by the bastard who had murdered my innocent parents. Since that day, I had vowed to eradicate all the bad people I ever set my eyes on, and Cassius was next in line.

He was disgusted whenever he was reminded of it because the hitmen in the register must have slaughtered countless lives. Matthias felt his scalp tingling as he had never expected to run into such an onerous situation. It was indeed tricky to deal with killers. After all, the skills Matthias had were meant to confront the enemy head-to-head. However, assassins usually had a variety of ambushing skills and it was difficult to deal with the enemy when they were attacking in the dark. As such, Matthias couldn’t ensure if he would be able to protect Zayne.

“Three alive. Two dead.” Arun nodded once. “Interrogate the survivors.” “Yes, sir.” The man disappeared into the shadows again. Alina exhaled slowly. “That was… fast.” Arun holstered his weapon. “Professional assassins prefer quick kills.” “And when they fail?” “They usually die quickly.” She stared at the captured men being dragged away. “So this is how it starts.” “Yes.” “The war.” Arun looked across the dark river. “No.” “What do you mean?” “This was just the announcement.”