Fool's Assassin Novels & Stories

Godber narrowly dodged, pushing the two attackers away and taking a few steps back to regain his footing. Carl, watching from the side, smirked as he saw Kirin and Godber being overwhelmed. He knew Yosef’s men wouldn’t be easy to handle, so he had hired top-ranked assassins from the black market. The old man, despite his unimpressive appearance, was ranked ninth on the assassin list, known as "The Fox" for his high combat prowess and cunning. He was the perfect adversary for someone as straightforward as Kirin.

Even if our mission fails, as long as the owner of the academies gets involved, you'll have no power to resist. "You'll die, got it?" Well, this man clearly didn't recognize Woody at all. He still saw Woody as an insignificant man. "Let me go, now!" The assassin grew bolder. "While things haven't gotten out of hand—" Woody smiled coldly and interrupted him, "It's already out of hand!" With a snap, Woody broke the assassin's neck. The assassin's eyes widened, as if he were surprised. He'd obviously never dreamt that he would die so easily.

Sain ask instead of getting curious about the identity of the fourth son of Luscio Costello which is me. Yeah, everyone thought that I am a man. The only one who knew that I am a woman are those people I killed. Since I live in the shadow, I become the hidden weapon of Sintti Organization. I become the mysterious assassin who mercilessly killed my target. "Phoebus Romani's assassination was failed" "Tsk" Sain hissed. "Hand it over to Alcatraz" he immediately order.

I stepped forward so fast the wooden chair rattled on its legs, grabbing the front of his torn tunic in my fist and hauling him upward until his face was only inches from mine. "Who is your master inside the council?" I demanded, the veins in my neck bulging as my temper finally snapped loose, "is it Vane? Are the rest of those old fools working with you to tear down the capital?" "Vane is just a puppet playing with wooden toys," the assassin laughed, coughing wetly as the pressure on his chest cut off his air supply, "and he thinks he is getting a seat at the new table when the crown falls, but he does not know the truth any more than your precious guards do."

Bianca Salvatore has spent her entire life learning one thing: never trust anyone. Raised in foster homes and shaped by a childhood she would rather forget, Bianca had built herself into what had become the nightmare of even the most powerful men in the underworld —a highly skilled, cold-blooded assassin with a reputation for never failing a contract. Then she is given the contract of a lifetime: kill Luca Vincenzo, the ruthless and untouchable leader of the most powerful mafia cartel in Boston. Luca is everything Bianca has been trained to kill—dangerous, calculating, wealthy, and seemingly impossible to kill. When Bianca's assassination attempt goes wrong, she finds herself at L

Oh no! There was no time for her to escape anymore even if she wanted to. The assassin knocked her blade off with one of his hands and effortlessly clamped Hilda's neck with his other. Obviously, the assassin was very angry. His eyes turned red as it burned with fury. The scars on his face seemed to become more frightening than before. Hilda kept thumping his arms with both her hands with all her might but to no avail. His arm didn't budge at all. Assassins in real life didn't babble much like those featured in movies. He never uttered any nonsense since the beginning and didn't waste any second of his time. He just wanted to get rid of Hilda as fast as he possibly could.

Author's POV Arabella quickly grabbed Rose, she was shot on the arms. Rose looked up and saw the assassin with her egale eyes, Arabella also saw him. Their reflexes worked in sink, both had compact javelins which became full sharp slender things with the press of one button. The assassin tried to run while jumping from one roof to other but he failed to understand that women he was messing with are warriors. Arabella and Rose threw the slender javelins at the same time and it cut through both the thighs of assassin. The crowd around them screamed and started running away.

Sean just glanced disinterestedly. “What's more?” “Adam didn't do it all himself, he hired a very famous assassin in the dark world, Sour.” Sour. Sean had heard that name before. Sour is a genius assassin with a psychopathic mind who is very cruel and maniac. He kills his victims with a very mature calculation and can be very cruel at times. Until now, no one knew the real figure of the killer. “Sour is famous for never failing. He will become obsessed with his victim if he can't kill them. And now, he will definitely chase you, you have to be careful because until now we don't know who he is.”

Once a Fool, Now a Queen Aurora Sinclair’s POV ⸻ I didn’t blink. Didn’t look away. Killian Wolfe wasn’t a man who made casual offers. If he was here, speaking to me like this, it meant he had already calculated his risks. He had already decided I was useful. The question was—useful for what? I set my empty glass down and met his gaze. “Who are you, Killian?” He smirked, slow and deliberate, as if I had just asked a foolish question.

Before I could even call out for Lucien, Gabriel, or Jacob, a figure jumped out from the dark. It was an elite assassin. He wore a black leather mask and dark clothes that made absolutely no sound. In his right hand, he held a long, thin dagger. The silver metal of the blade was painted with a thick, green liquid. I knew that smell instantly. It was the poison of the Death Flower. Just one small scratch from that blade would stop a werewolf's heart in seconds. "Die, traitor," the assassin whispered, his voice cold and sharp. He lunged forward, aiming the poisoned blade straight at my chest.