Fool's Assassin Novels & Stories

Leading the expert killers was one that stood the tallest and broadest, yet so agile that the others could not possibly win the battle without him. "we have exactly 2 minutes to gain access to the vault, and a further 2 minutes to get hold of the prize" shifted one of the men. Yet this did not increase any pressure on the leader, he swiftly marked his sword against the neck of his next target and sent him flying across the hall. Blood splattered against the bare walls creating a collage evidencing the massacre. The mission was a success, the prize was in the hands of machitis, the name given to him which meant warrior. He checked the documents which would bring the end of Dimitri, the head o

Alessa knew that Isabelle would never allow her leave that house alone especially after the stunt she had pulled at dinner and true to her thoughts after she had walked some distance, her ears picked up on the silent crunching of boots on dried leaves and she knew it was Vincenzo. “Predictable. As always.” She muttered to herself with a sly smile on her lips as she skillfully lost Vincenzo in the darkness. Sometimes, Isabelle seemed to forget that Alessa is a skilled assassin. And assassins were known for staying under the radar if they didn’t want to be discovered and Alessa had mastered the act all too well.

He dropped into two broken pieces onto the sand, his eyes wide but already dead. The other two faltered. Terror flashed across their faces. But duty or desperation drove them forward anyway. It was the last mistake of their lives. Anana surged toward one, caught his skull in her grip, and drove her knee upward with such divine force that his head cracked like brittle stone. Blood and brain matter spilled grotesquely as his body went slack. The last assassin screamed and lunged, blade-first. But she was already moving. Her fist tore into his abdomen with a sound like wet cloth being ripped apart. Flesh split wide. His intestines poured out in a slick cascade, steaming in the thick air. His sc

Gonzalo doubled forward because of the pain caused by the assassin's kick. "Is that all you got, boy?" The assassin mocked him. Gonzalo couldn't breathe properly. The assassin then grabbed Gonzalo's wheezing body and lifted him before throwing him into the statue of an angel near them. Gonzalo could literally hear his bones breaking. "Come on, boy. The ones who trained you are with balls, right? Then show me that you grew one." She continued to mock him.

The assassin answered lowly flaring Arthur’s temper further, who threw a beautifully handcrafted piece of sculpture against the nearest wall causing it to shatter. “Keep an eye on him. No one is perfect. He must have a secret or something hidden that might turn everyone against him. Next time, if he goes out of the tribe, follow him and kill him on the opportunity.” Arthur ordered before throwing a small sack of golden coins in the direction of the assassin who caught it effortlessly and then blurs through the room as if he was never there before. “Till how long you are going to escape from death, Arnold? One day I will have you where you were supposed to be in the first place. Six feet unde

He tried to defend himself but it was to no avail as with someone as skilled as I was in torture, he was only destined to die the day he had the thought to touch what belonged to me. I played with him for a while before I got satisfied enough to end his miserable life. As the life was being snuffed out of his eyes, he stared up at me with indignation and unwillingness. Tsk. The idiot didn't want to die. How laughable. An assassin didn't want to die. Too bad. I shook my head in disgust and then backed away from his corpse before turning back to face the remaining man. I froze though, my eyes widening as the scene before me unfolded. Shit. They fooled me. How could I fall for such a rookie mis

She slowly and painfully crawled her way towards it, making sure to keep her movement quiet to not alert the other assassin. Her journey was a slow one but she was able to get there without the big guy knowing. She used her left hand to pick up the gun, grunting as she righted herself to take aim, and then she shot. Fool was so focused on venting his frustration of the death of his comrades on the woman beneath him that he lost touch with the environment around him forgetting there was more than one assassin. A mistake that cost him, which he realized when a bullet hit him at the center of his back. His eyes widened in surprise and before his brain could comprehend where the attack is coming

He screamed out hysterically, “Don’t kill me! I’m begging you not to kill me! I am willing to be your lackey, and for the rest of my life, I won’t…” Before he could finish his sentence, the brilliance in his pupils dissipated abruptly. His vital signs vanished into nothingness at this very moment while his burly figure also lost its ability to stand. He collapsed to the ground limply. As a 3S-class transhuman who was internationally renowned in the assassins’ world, The Fool, who could make people quake with fear at the sound of his name, was now dead. He was killed by a Rheasian’s kick. If news of this incident were to spread, it would alarm countless people.

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

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.