Books About Female Assassins Novels & Stories

She rose before the sound finished echoing, already moving, already hunting. She didn’t see the first assassin until he was on her. Camouflage. Masked. Knife in hand. They crashed against a column with a sickening thud, his blade scraping her side as she twisted, kicked, flipped him over her shoulder. The second came from behind, but she’d already dropped and rolled, firing twice into his abdomen, feeling the recoil in her ribs. Tomaso got the third—barely—before it reached the inner vault stairwell. Alessio found the last one near the war room, standing above one of the analysts, gun raised. He didn’t hesitate. One shot. Between the eyes.

"You see, I have a very good memory for faces. And names. Especially when they belong to someone who tried to kill me." Alessa's stomach rumbled as she was uneasy at this point, but she kept her face neutral. She couldn't afford to panic now. "That's a heavy accusation," she said lightly, picking up her glass of apple juice. "Do you often accuse women of trying to kill you, or am I just special?" Marco chuckled, a deep sound that sent a shiver down her spine, and made her want to puke. "You're definitely special, mia bella assassina (my beautiful assassin). But let's not play games. I know who you are. And I know why you're here."

I furrowed my brows at him. “I meant, good that he wasn’t your boyfriend…not that he was a fucking moron that got himself killed.” I tilted my head at him. He ran a hand through his hair. He looked nervous. “Please disregard what I just said.” I scoffed. “Yeah, sure.” “Good.” He let out a breath. “How many people have you taken out?” Most assassins didn’t keep count; after the first few years, they all blended together. But I knew the exact number of people I had taken out for the last decade. “Three hundred and fifty-seven.”

“Normally, I would hand an assignment to whichever handler had the best suited assassin. This particular target calls for all hands-on deck.” I dropped the file onto the table, letting the image of Rory slide out just enough to be seen. The handlers were professional, they quickly replaced their confused glances with blank expressions. It wasn’t unusual that we would have to eliminate one of our own, but Rory was unique. “As some of you may be aware, one of our own was murdered.” I paused to gauge how my words were being received. “Selene was our top assassin.” “You can’t really be insinuating that Rory killed her.” One of the female handlers scoffed. “They were too close for something like

The look on his eyes became deadlier than ever. "She's a girl. The assassin was a. . a woman. And, she was a hired killer always disguised as a runway model. Her name was. ." The sniper coughed blood painfully like talking for so long was requiring too much of his remaining energy. "Her name was. . it was. . Zara. Zara Auclair Lavigne."

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.

She was one of them, but I didn't know why she accepted my invitation to meet me. My goal was to investigate the mastermind who liked to kill me. Based on what I had recalled, those assassins told me the mastermind was a woman. Despite my attempts to know more about them, I constantly ended up with the information that they were a group of assassins. “It's really surprising to hear you want to talk with me. You make me curious about your intentions; that's why I let you have a chance to see me.” she added, curled her lips, and roamed her eyes around like she expected me to attend our meeting with a lot of warriors. “Oh, it's too disappointing because I thought you would bring most of your wa

Third POV " Oh , it's because privacy is very important for assassins. They can't disclose their identities to anyone. But believe me, my captains are talented in every field," Brendon replied sarcastically. " Proceed with your introduction quickly," Brendon says and the next one gets up. " I'm an assassin too, I'm called a blood hunter." Another female captain, she was brunette with a slim figure, the trained body of assassins for escaping and running away. " I'm a Sniper, my codename is Blossom."

she said, giving a killer smile that somehow still looked playful. "Wow—so you're planning revenge? But how? You're alone, aren't you? Let me help you." "I'm not alone. I have people working for me secretly—girl assassins who act as my eyes and ears. They don't know everything about me, though—I keep my true self hidden so the enemy can't use it against me." "Is that so? Girl power—how exciting."

Even though it seemed a little rundown, the place was secluded and quiet. While Harvey drank his tea after having his midnight snacks, Aiden Bauer walked out from the backyard while rubbing his hands. “Branch Leader, the Islander talked,” Aiden briefly reported. “Her name is Noriko Yamaguchi, one of the assassins from the Island Nations’ Shindan Way. She’s experienced in using firearms, especially sniper rifles, and it’s said that her marksmanship can be listed as the world’s top ten. “She was recently sent to Mordu along with many other professionals from the Shindan Way.