Fool's Assassin Novels & Stories

“But we are what was left behind.” One of the others a tall, eyeless man whose skin shimmered like broken glass spoke in a voice that echoed with dozens of tones. “You killed the Quill.” “I did.” “You shattered the pen,” said a girl with birds instead of hair. “I had to.” “And now,” whispered the assassin twins in perfect harmony, “the stories must write themselves.” Ashen stepped closer, page extended. “Give me a name.” “What?” “A real one,” she said. “Not Ashen. That was your placeholder. Give me something meant to last.”

Peering up at the second story window where the Queen’s blonde head was protruding. He straightened with a grin. “Evening, Queen.” He saluted with a finger as he began whistling as he strolled through the bailey. “Archers!” She shouted. Forcing them to turn and aim into the bailey. Her eyes roved the grounds to assure no one else was in it. “Kill him!” Her order charged over the bailey. The assassin below laughed and jogged across the bailey. The archers hesitated, afraid of killing their own people for the threat of one man. They took a moment too long and he was diving between knights descending to block him from the castle door. Every time they drew a weapon on him, he cut them down with

I shouted and pushed him back as I got to my feet, “You ruined them and as further torture you made Nok their caretaker. They’re down at the barrier struggling to survive and fight because you decided they were better used as tools to shame Nok rather than-” “Ashai,” he was still smiling like I was the one overreacting, “There have been many cases where I’ve been told I needed to be more cruel with my punishments and this was one of those times. Assassins, that’s what they were. A group of ten assassins that were all barely two centuries old. The youngest of them was just a few years older than Garmesh is now. I am fine with people uniting against me. I have every right to be labeled a monst

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

“Every man bleeds. Every man dies. Including this Knight.” Barbie’s nails dug crescents into her palms beneath the table. The pain kept her rooted in the moment, “So why?” she pressed. “Why go after him if you don’t even know who he is?” Her uncle leaned forward, steepling his fingers, his grin spreading wide. His teeth were sharp, his eyes hungrier than any wolf. “Because if the rumors are even a little bit true, then assassinating him will be your most challenging task yet.” Barbara couldn’t believe her ears.

They both look like dictators reigning above everyone. Keeping my eye on both of them, I signal Connor and gesture to the two targets. Connor moves close and nudges me forward. Just as we’re about to move, a shot rings out across the room, and pandemonium ensues. I glance back to see our assassins fighting and then look back up and rush forward when I see that the Senator and Kennedy Lynch are running away. As I’m nearing the stairs, a man appears and takes a swing at me, but I’m ready. Gripping his wrist with both hands, I kick him in the kneecap, twist his arm behind his back and put pressure until I hear the sound of bone breaking. The man cries out in agony as his body slumps to the grou

The worse part was that he hadn't even stopped at just telling Dante to stop messing with his aunt, he even menaced to murder him. "We need to get you out of this city." Nate couldn't help but agree—that was not the avenue he wanted to continue upon this early in a new surrounding. "We need to get out now." "He could kill you, Nate." "I fucking know that Auntie, thanks." He snapped, annoyed that he hadn't been told all these things before even arriving to this city. He had never heard of anyone named Dante Hercules, his name sounded ridiculous anyway. Besides, he never even thought he would come across a mafia member, or an assassin, or a yakuza—honestly, all these terms were way too much fo

In a fluid movement, he raised his head and looked straight at me the next moment. I was right. I knew my mind wasn't playing mind game on me. It was him. My sexy stranger from that night. And he was Mr. Marcello.

"There should be four." Out of the flowers behind the princess, a final assassin leapt toward her with a dagger shining in his hand. He was so intent on his target that he missed the small bag flying toward his face. The sack hit his chin, sending a spectacular display of white powder exploding in the air. The assassin collapsed in a fit of sneezes. "Long live Emperor Alaron," he yelled between outbursts. With each sneeze, his breathing became more ragged. It was only then that the others noticed the assassin had fallen on his own dagger. The poisoned blade worked quickly and the man went limp.

It seemed the assassins wanted to save the lady so Violet decided to give her a push. She snapped her finger and the guards froze, unable to do move an inch. The assassin immediately looked in the crowd and made eye contact with Violet. By the time the assassin was running away with the maiden, Phalan was pissed. “What is wrong with you fools?! How can two people disappear right under your noses? Find them!! Who knows if that assassin is the one that killed the general's son.” “Assasin!” The guards yelled and started to chase after the assassin and the lady.