Cool Assassin Names Novels & Stories

Reid was astonished that Canary and Sin are pretty badass in their own right. After a while Isaiah also joined in, complaining about Canary and Sin. Which made all of us laugh. Clearly, those two have frustrated the hell out of him. “Bro, maybe they have a crush on you.” Adrian said. “Crush, hell. Kaia and Sinclair are a pain in my ass.” He huffed. “Kaia and Sinclair?” Adrian said. I speak up, “Yeah, Kaia’s codename is Canary and Sinclair’s codename is Sin, short for her actual name.”

Jenny asked aloud from where she laid on the roof with her index finger still placed on the trigger of the sniper. "The same set of people that ordered me to eliminate your family" Dante laughed. "To destabilize you, and to get you out of the way of poking your nose into their affairs" "The Cooler project" Abel mumbled with a shocked facial expression. "Who are those sponsoring it?" "Find out yourself" Dante replied and fell to the ground dead... . . . "So now that the assassin of my family is dead, I don't see any reason why I should still work with you or for your higher ones, which you refuse to disclose their names or anything about them to me" Abel elucidated, wrapping a bandage round h

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

No one cared how many bastard kids they had, odal’s sons and daughters were automatically odal, but not Afanasiia. If Aurora was his prized possession, Afanasiia was his treasure. He loved her to his heart’s content. He held her in high regard, basically worshipped her or rather worshipped her skills. He had never seen a better assassin than her. She never left a single trace of evidence. He was so proud that every single country’s law enforcement agency was looking for her. Interpol was on high alert, but no one had her picture or name. They just called her – HEELER, a killer who kills with her heels. She always left her heels as souvenirs for the police to find.

A) Lilith B) Asmodeus C) John D) Khloe E) Eira F) Calypso G) Lucifer H) Pete I) Maria J) Aaron K) Massaca

She mumbled words that could cause the enemies to kneel, burn, and experience tingling pain in their bodies as Emily exerted control over her power over them. Emily’s body was glowing, transforming into a moon goddess, wearing a white dress and a jeweled star on her forehead. “Morsus...” (Pain) “Combustum...” (Burn) “Interficio...” (Kill) Emily was saying those words, and slowly, the grunts and roars of the hunters and rouges were subsiding. Her eyes darted at the King and Queen of Rouges. Her eyes were dangerous and made her shudder.

I had to learn that for easy access of my victims. I set the computer down for a moment, staring at the blank search results. Marco Leonardo—a name with weight but no face, no history, and no connections. The lack of information wasn’t just deliberate; it was calculated. Men like him didn’t just erase their tracks—they made sure there was never a trail to begin with.

“I’m interviewing for a teaching position at the high school.” She studied him for another moment, recalibrating. “Huh. Thought you might be one of those drug runners from the city.” She shot a hand across the counter. “Caty Haskings.” He shook it. Firm grip, gnarled fingers. “Gabriel Shepherd.” “Most of my cabins aren’t worth sleeping in, to be honest with you. But I keep a couple decent. Week by week suit you?” “Perfectly.” “Cash. In advance.”

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

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