Books With Assassins Novels & Stories

I smiled, sitting a cup of coffee before each of them and taking my seat at the table. “Do you really want me dead?” Lizzy asked. “Direct.” I laughed. “I like that in a person. To answer your question, no. I don’t want you dead, I never did.” “Why did momma think you did then?” She demanded. “I can’t answer that for you. She’s the only one that truly knew why she ran. I suspect it’s because her mate was murdered by assassins on orders from King Jonas. It would make sense that she didn’t trust me, maybe even feared me, because I was an assassin myself.” I replied.

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.

he replied, looking puzzled. "It used to be Rahma's Hotel, officer. Now it's mine," I asserted. Later on the night news, it was announced that the notorious assassin group known as the Visitantes were killed along with a local insurgent group in a gun battle with the police, the insurgents had hired the assassins to carry out a series of attacks, including the killing of senator Abu Sani.

He took a deep breath and turned to see five masked men in black silk uniforms standing right in front of them. Zayn's heart missed a beat recognizing the uniform they were wearing. "The Assassin Wolves" slipped from his lips even before he could think of stopping himself. 'The Assassin Wolves' was a notorious group in the west that kings of many kingdoms had tried to eradicate from existence but somehow the name rises again. It was a group of powerful werewolves, all members are alphas, who get paid handsomely to assassinate politicians and royal leaders. No one ever escaped an attack from them. Not even the king of a kingdom that was rich in beverages years ago, King Nathan.

TAMSYN'S POV Checking the bodies, I could not see any bite or injury that may have led to their death. All three bodies were pale as if they were drained of their blood, and for a moment I wondered if vampires were our murderers but I quickly canceled that alternative since there was no bite. "I have an impression that our victims were poisoned,'' I revealed turning to face Caspian who had been staring at me silently. “What makes you say that? I mean, how will you know that?"Aslan asked frowning.

None survived from the hands of assassins that were sent to finish the story of Williams and Millers. The security was tight. The businessmen made sure of it. Still, the band of these four assassins slipped into the tightly packed venue feigning servers, waiters, and waste management professionals. They chose the kitchen as their spot to process the plan. The clients have loaded their pockets heavily to get this job done. Of course, they understood how important it was for them. One mistake could cost them dozens of bullets. The bodyguards were heavily armed and from their eagle eyes, accessed every walking being.

If they want to become righteous, do it outside, not in the underground! Many protested when XYS was founded. No assassins even dared to register themselves in an odd organization. But that completely changed right after the appearance of a particular assassin. "I've also found more leads. Both folders has my idea of why they accepted the mission to assassinate Mrs. Declamar." Archilles, who was shining and shimmeringly standing on his neatly tailored black suit, tossed two folders containing the documents he had gathered and meticulously studied the entire night to the three. Noel was slapped by one of the folders on his face while Paul caught the other with ease.

His strike was swift, precise, a deadly arc toward the assassin’s chest. The serpent spun, meeting steel with steel. The clash rang through the room, bright and violent. They moved in a deadly dance, shadows leaping across the walls. “Don’t kill him!” I shouted. “I need…” But it was too late. The assassin lunged, not at Cassian, but at me. His blade fell short, burying itself in the desk instead of my throat. Cassian’s sword pierced his side in the same instant. Blood sprayed across the ledger, black and glistening in the candlelight.

He looked very different from the previous timeline, where he acted like he was God’s gift to the world. When threatened, even vermin fought to survive, much less Luis. He appeared anxious as he tried to get himself out of this predicament. “It was my fault that I arrived late, but Cara has always mistreated Bianca, using her pregnancy as an excuse to do whatever she wanted. Before leaving, she even stole my communication device. I didn’t even know there was an assassination attempt!” My heart skipped a beat when he said this. I gave a bitter laugh. The communication device I had begged for had suddenly become something I had stolen.

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