Fool's Assassin Novels & Stories

the King stated. "I agree, we don't know when will he strike again." Fernando admitty. "Wait," Eve said, "father, you said he is a lone hit man, then what about the group of men that is with him?" "Yes, they are with him." Fernando nodded, "But they are a different organization that the culprit must have paid to assist the elf in this assassination." "Since all of those thugs died," Stevan said, "then our only lead to the culprit who paid them to kill us is the elf."

And now only less than then assassins are left standing. One of the assassins took off its mask. It is a middle aged man. A man familiar to me. "El Morte," I said under my breath. It is the name of the guild. And the man who took of his mask is one of their first class assassins, Franco. I know him because we once fought but he escaped when he got severely injured. Didn't know he actually survived that. "Isn't it ironic? Werewolves are very strict when it comes to morality, and yet you are with an assassin from House of Spades?" Franco said playfully as his eyes drifted to me.

It was as if I were looking for a needle in a haystack. If Silent Assassin weren’t an enemy of the law I would have applauded him for his bravery and for having such skills. He was very slippery just like an eel. And all of his victims are people who are hugely plagued by society. He is like Robinhood in modern times. It’s just that Robinhood stole from the rich and gave to the poor while silent Assassin kills the rich people who are plagues of society and bullies the people who are helpless because of their low status or don't have money. He will be good police if only he is not an assassin.

"If you wake up, I'll promise you anything, as long as you're alright." As if she had heard his prayer, Layla's right index finger twitched slightly. However, it was only a slight twitch. Then, she lay motionless once more. … In his study at the Xenos residence, Anson swept a vase to the floor and roared in anger, "You dumb pieces of trash! "You're all useless! So many assassins were sent to kill one person, and yet you all failed! You almost left evidence behind!" "S-sorry, Sir Anson…"

I had only just gotten out of the car when Aaron, the impostor, charged toward me. He was holding a bottle of acid as he lunged at me, crying, "You stole my life, and if I die, I'm taking you with me!" "Aaron, stop!" A scream of fear erupted as Felicia fully shielded me from the acid. The bodyguards hurried forward and pulled me behind them while Felicia rolled around painfully on the ground. She was still pleading for mercy on Aaron's behalf. "Please don't call the cops! Aaron didn't mean to hurt anyone! Please let him go…"

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

“Then I guess we better give him what he wants. Rogue, take out the needles.” Rogue gives me a knowing smile before he opens up a satchel and removes several six-inch needles. The needles look like knitting needles, but instead of hooks at the end, they’re sharp and extremely painful. Rogue was the first Assassin that I brought on when I became the South American Board Director. The first thing I taught Rogue was how to use the needles for the purpose of torture. I use the needles to dig them into vital organs, which causes slow, excruciating pain to run through my victim’s nervous systems. It’s a very painful way to die. Rogue prefers to use a gun, but I enjoy my needles.

“Okay, here goes. I work for a government organization of Assassins. My organization specializes in high-priority cases involving men, or women in some cases, that have done atrocious things but can escape justice because they’re wealthy and connected.” I’m shocked, speechless. At first, I think Declan’s playing some kind of trick on me, but the sober look on his face tells me otherwise. Breath hitching, I lick my lips and ask. “You're not lying, are you?” Declan shakes his head with a somber frown and tightens his fists. I can tell that he wants to touch me, but he’s unsure whether I’d be receptive. Releasing a breath, I nod my head in realization.

“So you don’t have him.” “Not yet.” I squeeze her hands. “But we’ve got our best men on this. Preliminary findings indicate the assassin was smart, so this wasn’t some impulse killing. He took all his weaponry with him, and we don’t yet know how he got in, but he got out using secret passages under the castle for royals to escape if we are attacked.” She pulls her hands back. “It sounds as though you’re attempting to dress your grandmother up as a bride.”

Being twenty four years old and the eldest child made me the heiress of the empire. I have a younger 'sister' who goes by the name, Dana. She's one year younger than me. I've been trained ever since I was a child unlike Dana who has been treated like a princess ever since she was born. I stared at the man in front of me, who was shivering in his seat. He had his hands tied behind his back. "Mr Lacroix, I'm sure you know who I am." I spoke with a calm tone. "Y-yes I know who you are. You are the assassin," Antoine Lacroix stuttered, sweat forming on his forehead.