Fool's Assassin Novels & Stories

“I didn't think I would have ever had to bring myself into the equation to get things done, but you three proved to be more of a thorn than I had bargained for. Even my assassin couldn't finish you off.” Nameless. The assassin had been working for Vladimir. It all started to make sense. The way the assassin seemed to know his way around the pack, and his great reluctance to reveal his master. “But fortune always favours the wicked, or so, I've learnt.” He collected the silver dagger that Gert had used to threaten me, and held it up to the moonlight. “I apologise that it had to come to this, but your four stand in the way of my ascension.”

* I reached behind my back, my fingers finding the thick folds of the heavy crimson velvet. "You are quick for a sickly thing," the assassin said, taking two slow, deliberate steps toward me. He raised the curved blade, turning the edge so the green poison caught the faint light of the fireplace. "The rumors were wrong about your feet, but they were right about your blood. You will bleed just like any other common girl." I kept my eyes locked on his shoulders. Back in Ashvale, when the stable boys tried to corner the stray dogs, their shoulders always dropped right before they swung their sticks.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

“You probably want to know what happened, huh?” I nod my head. For a moment, I don’t think he’s going to respond, then he takes another breath and explains. “Well, from what we were able to gather, Kazik sent in one of his men to kill us. He shot me in the shoulder, but it was just a graze. Unfortunately, the bastard killed my assistant Sam, and my Assassin, Drex. Obviously, it was an ambush because he did some damage.” I swallow hard, trying to lubricate my throat before I croak out. “What happened to me? How long have I been here?”

Newborn vampires! "This is going to be fun," she thought She positioned herself on the branch, taking the black gloves in her hand, after pinpointing the locations of every active assassin in the woods. After putting on the gloves, she gripped the dagger tightly in her hand and jumped to a nearby tree towards her first target. Hearing the shuffle, the assassin glanced in her direction but didn't pay much attention. "Rookie mistakes," she chuckled

I have been speechless all day, wondering how Gertrude figured her way out of the murder. It is now so clear that she has people working for her in every corner you turn. I had played this game before, and I lost. It's time to level the field before the times turn on me again. I am a wolf assassin, and I have been one for years. It's about time I started acting like one.

Faint footsteps crushed dry twigs along the cliff edge. Five dark figures emerged out of thin air, taking up positions at five directions around the peak. Clad in plain unmarked night garb, they held daggers coated with potent dark venom. The imposing aura of Commander Realm rolled unrestrainedly off their bodies. Dark Blood assassins. The lead assassin glanced at Eira, who struggled to sustain her breakthrough. He wasted no words, crushing a black bead in his palm. Thick dark red toxic fog billowed out, sealing off every escape route on the cliff. The mist hissed corrosively the moment it touched stone.

Pain shot through her, hot and sudden. The guards yelled, weapons ready. The assassin dropped from the shadows, landing in a crouch. No cloak this time. Just black leather and a mask that caught the torchlight in dull silver. “Stubborn,” he said calmly. Elara met his eyes. “Coward.” He tilted his head. “You hurt my feelings.” Draven stepped forward. “You’re outnumbered.” The assassin laughed. “Am I?” The hall blew up in action. Steel clashed. A guard fell. Another hit the wall.

Belle glared and flicked a dart at him without hesitation. Her shot was accurate, and the man shouted in agony. The birds flew out of the treetops at the loud noise. Before the other assassins could react, Belle flung a fistful of powder at them. "Who's there? Damn it, this powder is poisonous …" exclaimed one of the assassins. He coughed between words. When all the assassins collapsed to the ground, Belle jumped out of the tree and landed like a superhero. "Pick on someone your own size!" she shouted.

he mumbled. "The assassin leaves behind an S which he indents into the head of the victim," Paulo informed everyone. I took a disgusted look at the man. He was such a fucking bitch. I clapped my hands slowly. "Are you mentally incapacitated or incredibly thick? Maybe both?" I asked him as I chuckled darkly. "We have already figured out that the assassin is Salvatore. What I am asking now is how no one has managed to take him down. Fucking hell, do I have to do everything myself?" I seethed.