Book About Female Assassin Novels & Stories

Her arts and her academics seem to be the only substantial thing about her. Serena was an elite socialite: meaning a freeloader and a jobless spoilt-kind bitch who made ugly paintings that sold for millions and probably didn’t know how to catch a bus. As it struck midnight, I wore my robe and stepped outside with an empty glass. As I went around the obscurely darkened and modestly tranquil mansion, I confirmed maids were in their rooms, guards mum on their duties, and everyone else dead asleep. If I was found out sneaking around I could always say I came for water.

“Assassin has a small build. Protrusions on the chest and the curve of the buttocks indicate that the assassin is most likely female. She shows great agility and flexibility, and is most likely an Agility Type” Mane’s brain provided him with the information of the first assassin. The knowledge he had gained served to explain why she was positioned on the roof. With such graceful and light movements, she wouldn’t have any trouble breaking into the room. Mane didn’t realize that the situation was strange. With his abilities as a scholar blocked, how was he able to discern so much without using his eyes? The nimble assassin quickly dashed to the bed once she landed on the floor of the room. Her

It had been two years since then. She knew to get in she would need the skills to sneak in and out without notice. She hadn’t gained that skill in the forest so she needed to learn it. She had them started to take on assassination jobs to gain this skill. Doing this had gotten the attention of Wolferan and had since been forced to run from him. Although she had become well known for silent assassinations she still was lacking in the skill. She needed to be better to get into the castle to kill the king.

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

Multiple soldiers went down and the grenades exploded. * * * * * Agent Vosten had never seen a female asset move with such deadly grace. It was like watching the winter Olympics, but with guns involved. This agent was unlike the others he had worked with. She never missed a target and she never made a mistake. Every take down was flawless and every move she made was executed with such deadly accuracy. It was the first time he had ever seen a woman do these sorts of things. Most women in the Syndicate were either pilots or spies, never had he seen a female assassin in the Syndicate. He had heard of a few over the years, but they had found their way into another job field. He could tell that C

Don Niko didn't save me from the hands of death only for me to betray him like this. ‘You already messed up. Retrace your fucking steps Thalia,’ my innervoice urged me, making me slip my hands into my bag. My fingers curled tightly around the gun, my heart fluttering with fear as I slowly pulled it out. In my three years of murdering people, I'd never felt so scared to shoot someone. Christ. Was this what it felt like to be dickmatized? I discarded the thought. I wasn't weak. I wasn't sentimental. It was just sex and nothing more. It didn't change the fact that he was my target to assassinate.

“All right, I have other things to do, but I will be back shortly to watch the shoot. I will add that this design is uncharted water. Give it your best and you just might go down in history as a pioneer. Good luck, you will need it.” Meanwhile, miles away in his office, Cael Moraine ended a call on his phone. He hadn't been so surprised about the information he had just gotten. The female assassin, a lethal operative known for her efficiency and impeccable record, had been murdered in custody. According to the caller, she had executed high-class underground operations for some of the most influential and powerful clients. Her very presence with the authorities had become a liability—the very

She moved so quickly that no one else but Frost had the time to react to her movements. When she attacked, another life was snuffed out. Myst used two short knives that were both as elegant as she was. When she drew blood, she was merciless. In an instant, two assassins collapsed. The other members of Frost’s team were shocked. They were the elites of elites, but this woman had killed them so easily! While they were still overwhelmed by shock and fear, Myst approached them with her short knives. The sniper made a ruthless face and fired at her with the rifle.

Even Enzo, standing to the side, remained calm as his gaze locked onto the enemy. “Hmm… Should we be scared now?” Enzo asked dryly, further irritating the mafia boss. Then suddenly, in the blink of an eye, the mafia boss screamed in agony as blood spurted into the air—his hand, the one holding the gun, was severed clean off. “Aaaahh! My hand!” He looked around frantically, eyes widening as they landed on a figure cloaked in the shadows. No. It wasn’t just anyone—it was her. A legendary female assassin known in the darkest circles of the underground world. Her name alone could end wars. And there was only one man who had command over her.

“We confirmed it. The Revenant took the contract. The one assassin everyone was terrified of. The one no one sees coming.” I let out a sharp breath and turned away, staring out the window. Moscow glowed beneath us, golden lights hiding rotting bones. “How the hell did he get to him?” I muttered. “That place was a fucking fortress.” “She’s a ghost,” Alek said quietly. “No pattern. No signature. She picks her kills like a god picks storms.” “She?” He nodded. “Her real name’s Amara Voss. Used to work under a few aliases; Russian, Italian, Middle Eastern. Never caught. Never seen. Just bodies and flames in her wake.”