Books About Assassins Fantasy Novels & Stories

As Ishir shifts back to his human form, I help him sit up and Cedric gives him some water. When he relaxes and I see his body begin to heal itself, I look at him. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” I snarl. If they went after Ishir, they are dead. I'll kill them. He looks at me, sadness in his eyes. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” The end. This story will continue in Book 3: The Assassin coming late May, early June.

Another grazed the thigh of a guard who didn’t even flinch. “Where are they?” one shouted. But the answer came not in words, but figures. Clad in shadowed leather, with veils pulled over their faces, the assassins emerged. Swift, agile, relentless. They descended from rafters, slipped from corridors, came through vents and shadows like spirits born of blood. The clash began. Steel to steel. Screams of pain. Roars of defiance. The air turned sharp with the scent of sweat, blood, and burning oil.

"They made the cure for you, too. These are the assassins trained to hunt the unwritten. Their blood is made of lead and virus. One scratch from those needles, and your fire will turn into ash. Your story will be deleted forever." The twelve assassins leaped from the roofs, landing in a perfect circle around Rowan and me. They didn't snarl. They didn't breathe. They just raised their green needles, and the red lines on their masks began to pulse in sync with my heartbeat. Damon leaned back against the door, his silent smile widening as he watched his secret weapon close in. He hadn't just brought a knife to a gunfight; he had brought an eraser to a drawing. I raised my spear of light, but th

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.

He hated the fact that she was a force to be reckoned and worse was that she wasn't even on his team but the opposition. As he pondered these questions, his phone buzzed with a message from Connor. He read the message, his eyes narrowing. "Evelyn Baker," he muttered to himself. The name sent a chill down the of every business man or higher ups in the city. He leaned back in his chair, his mind working round the clock. Evelyn Baker was no ordinary assassin. She was a ghost, a legend whispered among the shadows. And now, she was coming for him. He suddenly felt thrilled knowing the one who hacked his computer was Evelyn Baker. He had a certain attraction towards her, but the only thirst availa

“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.

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They were assassins, no doubt about it, and I was unlucky enough to become their next target. “Help—” I choked as an invisible force wrapped around my neck, cutting me off. It threw me off balance, sending me crashing onto the cold marble floor. Pain exploded through my ankle, and as I scrambled backward, still trying to find my voice, the assassins closed in on me with slow, deliberate steps. A dim, ominous light glowed from one of them, and the grip around my throat tightened. Forbidden magic. The realization slashed to me, narrowing my chances of escape.

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

"You, of all people, because I will never have to worry where your allegiance lies, little fox. You will never be accepted into any society I don't control. As for why I need an assassin...because armies, knights, personal guards...they are all known. They are political. They are useful in their own way. But you...you can be useful where they cannot be. In shadows, as a bed partner to my enemies. Men tend to think with their...nether parts. It wouldn't be so hard to seduce someone and slit their throat." Cassidy felt ill at his words. They were true about where her allegiance would ultimately lie. "You can't expect me to sleep with your enemies, and then murder them." "Why not? You're a beau