Dead Assassin Novels & Stories

My sight faded as if I was slipping into darkness, in that moment my clawing pain had yanked me back onto reality. Sophia moved closer, her lips at my ear. “You’re ours even in death.” She sat up straight and patted her blouse. "Finish him." She didn't wait and left the room. I had no one to beg. The man before me stepped forward and brought out a dagger from his pocket. He pressed a button, and the sharp knife appeared. My breathing slowed as the man came closer and placed the knife close to my neck. This was it. I closed my eyes and waited for the knife to slice my neck, but a gunshot rang out.

he said slowly, in low breaths. "And I will be waiting for it but I hope you meet all those women you killed and appease them before you come back to me. Fool. Finish it," he commanded the assassin, just as Grays' heart was ripped out. Taking in his final breath, he died a painful death, with his eyes still open even as his soul departed from his flesh. Blood flooded the warehouse like rainwater, as Isaac turned to Tony. Now they understood the reason why the two men wore Wellington boots. As soon as they reached the entrance, they changed back into their luxury loafers.

Alex took her gaze off the scope of the rifle she is holding after taking the shot that hit straightly towards the felon’s head. She then stood up and handed the rifle to Damon, who stood guard as she took her shot through the clerestory window at the empty utility deck of the building.

Alssandro Leone Romano James Mathews hung up and rounded his shoulder to get rid of the fatigue he now had. He is my Vice-President, henchman, undertaker, right-arm man. Despite his age and charisma, he was an ice-berg. A cruel callous bastard. Though he looked pristine and refined to the nines he had more blood on his hands than I did. We always had hired hands but this sadistic sicko liked to get his hands dirty. He took a pussy, disposed of it. He took a dime, impenitently.

Everyone starts to cheer; the females all seem to be louder, which makes sense given Dutton’s crimes, they all want him dead and I can’t say I blame them. ‘Do you want to leave?’ Gideon whispers over the weird link that has formed between us. I shake my head slightly and lift my chin into the air; I might be pregnant but I can handle a simple execution. “I, Alpha Gideon of the Dark Moon Pack, sentence you, Dutton, to death by enforcer.” The crowd cheers once more and then falls so silent I can hear the blades of grass being crushed under the wolves' paws as they close in on Gideon. Flora lets out a small gasp as the first wolf makes its move; he goes for the legs, it's not a fatal wound but

He stood up, rounding his desk to where she stood facing straight forward. “There's a man in Mexico city. A very powerful man that threatens my position as the top worldwide.” His voice lowers to almost a whisper, the strong breathy smell of toba**o fanning her face. “Don Antonio Alvarez. You will infiltrate his mansion and assassinate him quietly. No mistakes.” Her head shot up. “Another don?” Darius’ brow lifted slightly. “Are you perhaps hesitant right now?” His voice dipped lethally. “I'm not,” Alina said quickly.

The Quicksilver assassin stood slowly but continued to stare down at Casper’s bloody lump of a body. The commotion was noticed by Azreal and as the Alpha began making his way toward Jay, he caught sight of the carnage beneath his assassin and began to pick up speed. As Jay and Azreal reached Mj the assassin calmly stepped away from her victim and looked at her brother, “you are wrong about me Jay,” she stated in an eerily calm voice and slowly strolled toward the car.

He asked, but the assassin refused to answer. “I’m going to repeat my question once again. Who sent you here?” But there was still no answer. Darius was starting to lose his patience. In the end, he grabbed the knife and slit the man’s throat, resulting in an instant death. His eyes showed no emotion except for contempt. Once the assassin was dead, he went to search his belongings, including his phone that used fingerprint and retina security, it was troublesome but Darius was used to it. He went through the history and it was only expected that there were almost no traceable numbers in there.

“Even if she was wounded?” He exhaled heavily as he sat back in his chair. “The coroner said that Ashad died almost instantly,” he said. “Wounded or not, she would have been crazed. We both had combat training growing up. With that mix, the assassin wouldn’t have stood a chance.” “Okay, then,” I said. “So… she kills the woman. At that point, she knows she’s still in danger. So, she puts the body in her place, sets the car on fire, and disappears. Just like they planned.”

Then another silence filled the room before Gab ended the call with a disappointed face. “I am sure they did not find anyone alive,” I said. “Or any dead body in the scene, for that matter,” Almira added. “Does it mean these assassins are undefeatable?” Marco asked. “It’s not that they are undefeatable,” I answered. “It’s that the moment they draw their last breath, their body would whither. Their bones dry up, and as if that is not enough, these bones turn into dust.” “Eh!?” Matt yelped.