Elf Assassin Novels & Stories

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.

The ceiling did. A figure dropped from the ventilation shaft with the silent grace of a predatory cat. He was dressed in matte-black carbon fiber, his face a mask of burn scars and tactical glass. It was Kaelen—the Aegis Initiative’s primary "Eraser." Nevan had thrown him through a stained-glass window at the estate, leaving him for dead in the gravity well. He was supposed to be a corpse. Instead, he was a ghost with a grudge.

****** Aria POV The scent of his tobacco smoke filled the back of the SUV, heavy and suffocatingly familiar. I forced myself not to react, keeping my eyes fixed on the digital schematics Zero was feeding to my wrist terminal. Malakai was circling the truth like a shark sensing blood in the water. He didn't have the final proof —he couldn't possibly fathom that the fragile, broken girl he had rescued from a staged syndicate purge was actually the mythical assassin Ghost. To him, Ghost was a historical nightmare, a weapon utilized by the older generation of syndicates. He had no idea I had used the civilian cover story to permanently escape that blood-soaked life, only for his own possessivene

I would suit its back but time is not on my side. His glass door reveals he is neither in his ambiently lit kitchen nor his living room, but the security men from earlier at least denotes he is home and that is all that matters. Tucking my gun in its holster, I proceed to unlock the door with a central key. To become an assassin, you have to learn to pay more attention to details than even a forensic analyst. His door made not even a creak the last time I was here and now it is like I did not touch the door.

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.

Before anyone could react, it grabbed her, a serrated knife pressed against her throat. The assassin was small, wiry, covered in skin that shifted colors constantly to match the background—carpet, wall, sofa. It was nearly invisible, save for the distortion in the air. "Drop the weapon, Sterling!" a hissing voice came from the empty air. "Or the girl bleeds." Jack froze. His gun was leveled, but the shot was impossible. The assassin was using Hailey as a human shield. "Hailey, don't move," Jack said calmly.

I replied to her, and she just huffed once before hanging up. I dialled Nevil’s number after that. I was late, but he should have submitted his investigation report by now. “I was about to call you, Mr. Holster,” Nevil spoke hurriedly as soon as the call connected I had already resumed my search for Project Eclipse or Aurelia in the old server data by now. “Speak,” I asked him coldly, my eyes glued on the screen. “The woman with Dr. Carl Nelson is a top model in Houston, but she is an undercover assassin from a legally authorized organization, The Revolt.” He told me, and I narrowed my eyes.

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.

Butler Shin says, she was even smiling when she heard it 10 to 20 casualties was expected but it's just 2 and yeah they are lucky that her Golden Assassin's Commander was there eating, Commander Julie was her favorite General Commander who is trustworthy and the best of the best Assasin she has, There Assasin army has a rankings and General Commander Julie was on the highest rank. Golden Assasin's has 5 rankings 1st is the rookie's, 2nd is Elites 3rd is Master's and 4th is Pioneers and lastly the General Commander, and the general Commander was just a one strong woman cuz she's just the only one who pass the test the intelligence test and physical and mental test.

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.