Dead Assassin Novels & Stories

This- this is the real deadly assassin's eyes. Aldrick the warrior's name did not even comprehend how did the young man appeared infront of him. Its faster than the blink of an eye. More faster than the lightning itself. He was looking at the young man. His gaze never leaving him, but now, here he is. Beside him. Like he said even if just an instant, he saw the most deadliest and lethal eyes an assassin have. He too was an assassin but, this young man- was beyond him. A corn of sweats dribbling from his forehead down to his chin.

As he raised his knife to deliver his final blow, a sudden kick sent it flying from his grasp. The assassin spun around, shock etched on his face, as a figure plunged a blade into his stomach. He crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Lexi's gaze drifted upward, her eyes widening in horror as she beheld the killer – Antonio Saint Claire. Blood drained from her face, and her eyes fluttered closed as she struggled to remain conscious. But the poison's grip was too strong, and Lexi succumbed to darkness.

He said like some chaotic deranged bastard. "First of all, I'm no bitch, I'm a fucking assassin. Secondly," I responded while opening his mouth "I pay with the blood of others not mine" and with that, I cocked the gun, realizing the bullet down his throat. I peeled his blood off my face and licked it. I could feel his gagging on my gun in fear before I pulled the trigger. Bunch of freaks.

In this ridiculously cruel world that cheats ladies, we do need a weapon. Blood springs out of the little hole I created in his neck, and he capsizes from me, falling on his side. I can hear him choking faintly, as I am giving out myself due to the poison and extreme beating. I tighten my already slammed shut eyes to say a word of prayer, “Dear opponent… please die, so I can live.” “1,” the digital voice roars. “Time to assess the situation. Congratulations, Miss Dora, you have successfully assassinated your opponent as he just swallowed his last breath.”

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

The bald guy said. Austin Philips is the same assassin that killed Caine and his brother. "I'm listening." Austin replied over the phone. "The Stark brat is stepping out of line… kill him for me." The bald guy ordered and disconnected the line.

“So, what’s it gonna be, huh? Three million dollars or your funeral?” He said it like he was asking someone to pick between coffee or tea. The assassin grinned widely, exposing a chipped tooth. “I’ll settle for the money—” Bang! The sound shattered through the room like a plane crash. My ears rang and my heart dropped. I screamed and shoved the bed cover over my head. “Open your eyes, sweetheart,” Denver's voice drawled. My hands shook vigorously as I pulled the cover down. My eyelids fluttered open and I was greeted by the sight of the assassin’s body dropped to the floor like a ragdoll. A pool of blood spread fast across the tiles, staining everything in red.

Alazar struck him in the chest, and he stumbled back and hit a trunk, slumping against it. Alazar returned to his throat. Descending with the righteous fury of a storm lord to hiss near the man’s ear. “Why kill her?” “She’s the killer!” The would-be assassin strained to speak past Alazar’s crushing grip. Alazar eased enough he could talk. “Kill me. I came after her, knowing I’d die. But more will come.” Alazar studied him a moment before crushing his windpipe. Then elbowing the assassin in the face so hard it collapsed inward.

Blood was flowing everywhere, and most of the people had died with their eyes open. It painted an appalling scene. A few seconds later, the base suddenly collapsed, and the screen went black. Just then, the lights flickered on, and the spacious hall was brightly illuminated by countless fluorescent lights. A long table was placed in the middle of the hall, and a woman in black clothing and a mask was seated at the head of the table. She was lean and exuded an air of indifference. On each of her sides were four men who were also in masks. The furthest man on the right had blond hair. He picked up the remote control and aimed it at the projector, saying, "This is one of our secret bases in Dra

The heavy iron frame crashed directly into the observation deck, smashing into the control console and sending a blinding shower of electrical sparks into the dark room. The assassin dove to the left, his trench coat billowing behind her as he rolled across the floor with professional, calculated agility. He brought his pistol up again, his dark eyes entirely vacant as he locked his target back into his sights. But Alexander was already crossing the threshold of the broken glass. He did not care about the electrical fires spiking around his bare feet. He did not care about the agonizing, blinding heat of the silver scars pulling at his collarbone. He was no longer a corporate billionaire or