Fool's Assassin Novels & Stories

However, as the assassin realized his attempt to eliminate the king had failed, he swiftly retreated, desperately seeking an escape route through the bush, relying on the cover of the surrounding foliage to conceal his movements. But fate had other plans in store for him. Unbeknownst to the would-be assassin, lurking in the shadows were two fierce guards and jaguar, the king's right hand man, poised to protect their territory. With lightning speed and precision, the guards pounced, trapping the intruder in their vengeful grasp. A victorious smirk adorned the lips of Jaguar, honoring the king for being the mastermind behind this trap. "You see," he sneered, locking eyes with the trembling ass

He went to the bathroom, and made a phone call to the assassin he had hired to take care of Arthur. "You bastard, how the hell did you fail a simple task, a freaking simple task?" Mr Fernandez angrily said through the phone. "What are you talking about, Mr Fernandez?" The assassin's voice sounded weak, and irritated at the same time. "You failed to kill the Stark brat you son of a bitch!" Mr. Fernandez said. "Oh." The assassin remarked disappointedly. "Oh, you fucked up, and that's all you have to say?" Mr Fernandez asked, getting angrier, veins showed on his bald head.

Its botched attack allowed Red Rose to finally locate it, and the Unwed Widow took this opportunity to strike. The kick of the Barbarian Primogenitor was heavy, and the chest of the assassin caved in immediately that foot impacted its chest. However, it still lived, for how could one kill what was already dead? Without so much as a grunt of pain, the assassin disappeared into the darkness once again, much to the annoyance of the Barbarian Primogenitor who didn’t bother to hide her anger, scoffing at the absurdity of fighting enemies that could not be killed.

My fingers gripped his neck, piercing his skin. "Let me die," he muttered. "Like death will give you relief," I spat. "And I already know they are alive! What are the names of the nobles?" Broderick opened his mouth, but instead of telling me the name I needed to hear, his breath fell from his lungs and into my face. His heart stopped, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Oh, a record," the Assassin said passively as he tapped his watch. "FUCK!" I threw Broderick's body to the ground. My foot kicked into his side until sweat beaded on my brow. Taking one of the Assassin's knives, I stabbed Broderick's heart repeatedly until I was pulled away. "Fucking hell! Let me go!"

” ”PROFESSOR TAN, THAT IS ENOUGH! The whole room gets swallowed up in silence along with Doctor Reginald Estrellas’ aura of ferocity. Even Professor Johnny almost fell off his chair. ”We will not waste time with your sermons! You speak once about your latest complaint and then you can step out of this hall as soon as you are done!” ++++++++++ “So the assassin is freelance?” ”Yep, not even part of his Elite Team. This one is one of those for hire bastards that were once part of a shitty pirate squad up in the Maldives area. Fucking overpriced if you ask me.”

“Second, I want to kill bastards like the men who put Hugo through so much pain.” He walked up to me, that stupid smirk on his face. “I see... so that's what this is about? Playing heroin?” “Either ways I still get to kill don't I? ,” I said. He was silent for a long moment. Then he walked back to where his blade was. “An Assassin's job is not about playing hero Isabella, it's about wits, and also risking your life.” he said. “Did I mention the bloodlust? You're not strong enough.”

She looked up to him and would have bitten his hand in retaliation if she weren’t so sour from their ordeal. Hearing the Second Prince, the assassin, knew that the rumors were false and she was not a Spirit Sprite and could dispose of her along with the Second Prince. Swiftly leaving the position he was hiding in, he softly glided down and performed a single-strike kill. To his astonishment, the Second Prince smirked, and a sword came into his hands and stopped the dagger from penetrating his neck.

The blade crackled against it, sparks of light raining down like small suns. The assassin twisted away and slashed at Kael’s chest. Kael leaned back, bending unnaturally low as the blade skimmed past him—and then he swept upward, a sharp kick aimed directly at the assassin’s mask. The assassin slid back a step but didn’t fall. “A dancer,” the assassin murmured. “Or perhaps a phantom?” Kael didn’t respond. He surged forward again. This time the assassin switched cores—the air cooled—Caligo swirled around their arm—a shadow spear formed and hurled toward Kael’s throat.

“Mercenaries, for lack of a better term. We’re highly trained, and it’s all we knew. The fighting, the killing, but at least now we get to choose who we do it for. We’ve been using our services to help right some of the imbalance that we created.” He seemed to finally be saying the things that were bubbling up inside him. The things that I kept cutting him off from saying. That, or he was trying to throw me off, use a trick to try to gain my trust and confidence. It wouldn’t work. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be a bit more specific.” “Have you heard of The Silent Assassin? He went by many names.” His head shifted so that he looked over his shoulder.

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.