Books About Assassins Fantasy Novels & Stories

It’s so juvenile. “I can honestly say I’ve heard nothing about Blacktop,” I say unemotionally. Blacktop is, of course, another assassin, known for killing his victims by running them down. He either makes it look like a simple hit-and-run or sets up a patsy to take the fall. Not the most creative way to kill someone, but it does get the job done. “Well, he won’t be competing this year because he went and got himself killed,” she says in amusement.

It took Alex a while because he’s rather conversed with her over little things. They called themselves Life Takers, a secret organization that is operating under the radar that started in war-torn countries in the Middle East and is now planning to expand their network by recruiting members who has the same radical views as them. “What makes you think that you will be successful here in our country?” Alex had asked in French.

I nod, “Since I have to be visible, I’ll assign myself to their tables and make vague comments. But we have to give them a chance to get me alone and allow them to strike.” He nods. “That’s why we need everyone to come in and plan this carefully.” As soon as he walks away, my mind keeps spinning with possible plans. There are so many things to consider. Within the hour, every Assassin within the vicinity is once again sitting at the conference table. I look around with amazement; Priest, Corbin, Dragon, Stryker, Cameron, Jaxon’s niece, Valkyrie, a Scotsman who is ironically named Scotty, Phanthom and Heathen join our group. Phantom is the strong, quiet type, while Heathen is a loud, rugged c

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.”

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He’s even smiling after he’s dead. Arthur looked at the man who had now left before him, then at the second floor, and in the end, at Mackenzie, who was now sitting next to him. He laughed while scowling, “Are you like what they show in fantasy novels? Like those assassins who manage to swing their blades so quickly that they can take someone’s head off without the victim realizing?” Mackenzie smiled and gently shook his head. “Everything you read in novels is lies, so you shouldn’t believe in them.”

And Dimitrios was stubborn as hell whenever the discussion of letting go of Iris came to the table. Dimitrios returned to his room and sat on the bed after the entire day's work. He was tired as hell because of all the incidents that were happening. He had to take care of Derek. Because keeping him alive was no longer needed. But Iris's sudden outburst made him stunned today. He could never believe that the girl could just run and snatch the gun to kill another one. Who was he kidding actually? The same girl tried to kill him two years back when she had lost her parents. Derek might be right to some certain extent that an Assassin would always remain an Assassin. Because that is what runs in

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

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.

I readied myself, battle posture and hands already folded. Two minutes later, the notorious gang of assassins, hundred-win kill rate, known for being vicious and blah blah blah, were laying on the floor whining and moaning in pain. That was it. I shook my head as I crouched down to check the pockets of the assassins, whoever hired them must be someone I was very familiar with. As I searched the pocket of the assassins, I came across a moonlit lily, these flowers only grew in the supernatural world.