Books With Female Assassins Novels & Stories

they replied in unison, their voices rich with a somber resonance that perfectly echoed the weight of their circumstances. By tapping into your unique feminine strengths—your empathy, intuition, and the profound connections you cultivate—you can create a protective barrier against the ever-looming chaos of violence. This understanding is not just a superficial acknowledgment; it is a solemn pact, a heartfelt commitment to embodying virtue and unwavering resilience. It is a promise to nurture these qualities within ourselves and one another, ensuring that we honor this sacred bond continually as we navigate the complexities of our world. The jewels are authorized to take such extreme actions

I didn't remember what I was like before the accident, but I was sure I wasn't a flowery girl with hearts and unicorns spilling out of my eyes. From the guns and knives hanging on racks in my weapons place, I was definitely hardcore and gritty. Female assassins didn't wear dresses with sweetheart necklines or dinner dresses with pencil heels, not unless they were undercover and wanted to fool someone. No!

I'm supposed to not care what they think of me. "I don't know she managed to come here in your pack, but how come you didn't know anything about her? She is the only first class female assassin in House of Spades. She killed hundreds of lives, both innocent and not. I even almost died because of her. She is that lethal, and yet here you are, trusting her?" "Is that true, Elena? You fooled us? And does Rage even knows it?" Gone the soft voice Richard Black used to use whenever he was talking to me. How the words rolled out of his tongue in the most dangerous manner was like he was talking with an enemy.

So she chose the more exhausting method. "Damn this catastrophe," the female assassin cursed as she searched the apartment. She went through the place carefully for two reasons: to look for food, and to make sure there were no survivors. She pulled on winter clothes, concealing her full, alluring figure, then gathered up the last scraps of food in William's home and ate slowly. Her name was Electra Willow. Yes—she wasn't a local. She was a professional assassin. She was fluent in five languages, skilled in disguise, and highly trained in hand-to-hand combat.

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.

Too young to throw her life away this cleanly. “Check her collarbone,” I say. Richard frowns but does. There—faint beneath makeup. A brand. A symbol burned into skin. My stomach tightens. I know that mark. I’ve seen it before. Years ago. In a file....Daughters of the sea. Richard notices my expression. “You recognize it.” “Yes.” Richard looks up. “From who?” I stand slowly. “An old issue.” Richard curse "They are female assassins for hire....they're from sea and it takes much more than money to employ them for a job."

It was Connor. "Who are you?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing. She stood up, her gaze steady. "Evelyn Baker." She said out loud and proud. "What?" Connor exclaimed. He knew nothing of the organisation or it's runnings but he did know of the news that Evelyn baker, the evil assailant had finally been killed and everyone was finally at rest. And now this woman was Evelyn baker? He immediately sneakily brought out his recording pen and tapped on the cap, recording what she said. "Evelyn Baker? The assassin that's dead?"

I feigned a look of shock, “Do those exist?” “Hm, for those of means, you were too young to get into pack politics when-” She waved her hand as if the death of everyone I knew and loved was something minuscule, “But yes, Simone, there are assassins and far worse things out there.” I shuddered. “How will we know?” I whispered, looking at my glass. “I have no idea, and they don’t want to figure it out. They just want to go after everyone. Bloodshed, you know, men.”

Ellaine looked beside her and for a moment, she was distracted. Keisha lodges herself forward and kicks her in the face. "Fuck!" she screamed loudly, dropping the gun on the driver's side. Ellaine pushed the corpse away to try and get her gun back but Keisha would not allow it. "By now you probably know I'm an assassin,don't you?" Keisha asked while she was running out of breath. She kicked Ellaine in the face again, slamming her head against the front of the car. "A terrible one," Ellaine answered before grabbing Keisha's foot.

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.