Cool Assassin Names Novels & Stories

“And risk him finding out everything you just told me? Do you want me to tell him everything, Neils?” Marley shook her head. “Then we have to do this alone. And I'll also try to find out how my father knows him.” “One more thing, there is this underground assassin that goes by the name Rino baby. Have you heard of them before?” Captain nodded. “Only once. I heard they are devious and evil but I have not encountered one before.” “Peter King is their highest paying client,” Marley told him. “This is getting deeper and more dangerous.” Captain started to say but Marley stopped him.

And now only less than then assassins are left standing. One of the assassins took off its mask. It is a middle aged man. A man familiar to me. "El Morte," I said under my breath. It is the name of the guild. And the man who took of his mask is one of their first class assassins, Franco. I know him because we once fought but he escaped when he got severely injured. Didn't know he actually survived that. "Isn't it ironic? Werewolves are very strict when it comes to morality, and yet you are with an assassin from House of Spades?" Franco said playfully as his eyes drifted to me.

She grits out. Phoenix’s hardened expression metamorphizes into one of irritation as he continues to hold her in his steely arms. Phoenix is at least a foot taller than the woman and over a hundred pounds heavier, but she’s putting up quite a fuss. I can tell by the way his arms are straining that she’s strong. Her long blond hair flails around with her irate movements, and her blue eyes spark with annoyance. It’s almost comedic to see Phoenix with his chocolate-covered skin and toned muscles struggling with the termagant. He looks almost unsure of what to do. Phoenix is Logan’s assassin. His real name is Oliver. He and I have worked on several assignments together over the years and have ha

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

I challenged her. "Okay fine, I'll tell you, AS stands for Assassination Society and as you can see from the name, they are the ones who are given assignments to assassinate someone and the ones who give them these assignments are their BIG SHOT client who wants their mess to be cleaned or enemy to be killed accidentally or in natural death without them being linked to that death," the woman began to explain everything to us. And I hate challenging her since she understands what AS is and what the aim of this group is.

she said, and I understood her. "Don't worry. If his brother will be able to track me down, you will be lucky," I said. "I know that girl," she said. I looked at her face, and I knew that she wished he would find me soon. Today's event played in my head, and I smiled. I enjoyed myself with him. He is not the enemy. His father was one of the people who trusted me with their dirty work when I became an assassin. It was because of him I was here. News about an assassin called The Poison working for the Italian Mafia had spread fast, making me earn more jobs. That is how I became famous. As years passed, I became the most feared and dangerous assassin. I am grateful because of him. I will always

The shudder of silence that follows reveals more about Kayla Zelenyy than an hour in a police interview room could tell me. "The killer will use a pseudonym that you will be familiar with." I pause. "I suppose the names Casca Ashakova, Katrin Cajthamlova, Victoria Usheava, Monika Cvurka, and Anjelica Ebbi are all names that are familiar to you?" Kayla Zelenyy stiffens slightly, and her eyes meet Barklay's for just a moment. It's a micro-expression—the barest trace of a signal passing between them.

No matter how many waves crash at it, it remains unbending. In the underworld, keeping your identity is vital to survival. It’s very easy to kill someone and have their families want revenge, even if your actions weren’t personal. So among hit people and assassins – yes, there is a difference – we are only referred to by our codenames. We tend to come about them based on our chosen kill method. I ended up being called Blackheart because I tend to exsanguinate my victims and watch them die and those who have met me describe me as cold and emotionless.

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

They were hurt pretty badly because of Eros' torture but are now recovering. "Their names are Raven and Howel. Make sure to interrogate them separately and don't let them alone in one room," he explained to his right-hand man. If they are left alone, they might make up a story to fool them. Raven, the assassin who revealed his name and bowed down to Eros' wishes when they were in the arena because his brother, Howel, was stabbed and bleeding to death. He cared too much for his brother, making it his weakness.