Female Assassin Novels & Stories

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.

Third POV " Oh , it's because privacy is very important for assassins. They can't disclose their identities to anyone. But believe me, my captains are talented in every field," Brendon replied sarcastically. " Proceed with your introduction quickly," Brendon says and the next one gets up. " I'm an assassin too, I'm called a blood hunter." Another female captain, she was brunette with a slim figure, the trained body of assassins for escaping and running away. " I'm a Sniper, my codename is Blossom."

she said, giving a killer smile that somehow still looked playful. "Wow—so you're planning revenge? But how? You're alone, aren't you? Let me help you." "I'm not alone. I have people working for me secretly—girl assassins who act as my eyes and ears. They don't know everything about me, though—I keep my true self hidden so the enemy can't use it against me." "Is that so? Girl power—how exciting."

The invitation-only Gala Function will take place at the home of the widow, Kayla Zelenyy. I felt a sudden surge of excitement. Katrin Cajthamlova undoubtedly will be there. Or would she be Casca Ashakova, Victoria Usheava, Monika Cvurka, maybe even Anjelica Ebbi? What would it be? Ex-Girlfriend, Mistress, Dog-walker, the Italian/Russian Translator, or the Translator for Public Health England. What if I had got this all wrong? And they weren't all the same person, but four individual assassins, who carry their missions precisely the same way. In addition, the FSB had training camps that would insist that all-female assassins followed specific protocols.

Richard asked with a mysterious smile. "I don't know what you're talking about, but I can tell you that body in that lilac dress; I can say that's that wild one, and those clothes don't suit her," murmured Jayden, shivering and feeling chills. "I can't believe it's that bad." "It's not, but that woman is a specialized assassin. I always saw her in a certain type of clothing, clothes of a bloodthirsty woman who's capable of twisting bodies and her own body, like a demon..."

I cry out, fearful for my friend. Sebastian’s jaw ticks angrily. However, he doesn’t move. Instead, he drags me into his embrace, “Damn it, Pen, stay close to me.” The woman’s expression becomes calculated as she looks back and forth between us. To my relief, she releases Lyria, who falls haplessly onto the floor and rolls up protectively against the wall. “Well, what do you know?” She mumbles contemplatively. “It looks like our assassin has feelings for our little bird. How sweet! Are you the one that fucked her? Are you the reason I can’t sell her?” She growls menacingly.

She is a perfect human chimera fused with the wild forest hunter of a wild fox. Her ability is ideal for the night, thus she is titled as the assassin among the rulers that hunt the sins. A doll that is controlled by the puppeteer whose mindset is half awake thus a vessel with a soul is needed to complete her existence. But can she pursue the right thing after witnessing her past and the truth of who she really is? CARLOS SERGIO

Jaxon I never expected to see her again, especially in such dire circumstances. Striding up the stairs, I lead Maleah to my bedroom and open the door. She looks so beautiful and sad that I have to tuck my hands into my pockets to keep from touching her. The woman has always been a temptation, and it’s even more blatant when she’s dressed like every man’s wet dream. I can’t take my eyes off her long legs, cut-off jeans, and a flimsy top that outlines her firm breasts.

She made lots of money but then hardly spent it, she had never purchased a house in her name… maybe she did in another's name but then she had never driven or bought a car. She loved taking drivers from chafferons, she wore the latest clothes that were rare editions. She had purses, shoes, bag, heels, ourses, and masks that were latest Edition but she had never been seen not even once buying stuffs. She had never been caught in a fling and always wore gloves, however not that I think of it I can easily tell why. Nova is a stripper by day, a hybrid and a highly skilled assassin by night. Just how more mysterious is she?,

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.