Fool's Assassin Novels & Stories

He finally put it to good use. The assassin coughed as he finally managed to breathe. He looked behind him to identify his assailant, only to find out an unfamiliar person dressed in a casual hoodie and sweatpants. He was wearing black, rectangle glasses, and his hair was unkempt. Jay also noticed blood pouring out of his nose. Where the f*ck did this dude come from??? "Aish… how I hate blood…" The man murmured to himself. "What was that?" Jay immediately smacked his mouth for uttering such a dumb question. He just couldn't sit still when someone in front of him said something he couldn't hear!

Someone bumped into me and I stumbled and turned. My heart froze as I saw Jack "Hello princess." He grinned, his gaze dark. I gritted my teeth "Don't you dare harm him, he is mine to kill." He gave a sly smile "You had your chance and you blew it doing God knows what and now it's my turn. Trust me princess, I'm going to make your dad proud" He blew me a kiss and walked away "Jack!!" Arghh hell!! Jack is the only person in the palace who knows I'm an assassin and that's because dad usually send us out on a mission together.

The royals also handled supernaturals that were much more powerful and deadly, such as rogue dragons. Just like we hunters served the town council, the assassins served the royal council. Unlike us, the assassins were twice as fast and Strong, but the strongest of us all were the first ranked assassins which rumor had, consisted of only three men whose names were confidential. Never had they ever failed a mission in all their years, they served the royal council with an iron fist and submission.

They fought with a terrifying, synchronized symmetry, driven by the exact same primal instinct: Keep her alive. ​"Who sent you?" Kaelor roared, pinning the last remaining assassin to the shattered altar by his throat. He pressed his claws into the man's neck, drawing dark, foul-smelling blood. "Speak, or I will feed your pack to the crows." ​The assassin let out a bloody, wheezing laugh. "The anchor... must fall. The sky has turned black... the true king... will rise..." ​Before Kaelor could squeeze the answers out of him, the assassin's eyes rolled back into his head, black foam bubbling from his lips.

Im curious as to whats going on in his head, I muster up the courage to ask, "Whats on your mind? You look like you got wheels turning in head whats up?" He said nothing just looked at me. My gut started stirring and my palms began to sweat. No one makes Ferro nervous, but I know Roman is a cold blooded killer, worse than me. I kill to protect, Roman and his cousin Khan kill for enjoyment. They were some sick and twisted bastards. "You've grown quite fond of our little assassin huh? I mean I cant blame you, she blossomed into a real woman eh?" his voice got husky and was laced with lust.

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

Ellaine looked beside her and for a moment, she was distracted. Keisha lodges herself forward and kicks her in the face. "Fuck!" she screamed loudly, dropping the gun on the driver's side. Ellaine pushed the corpse away to try and get her gun back but Keisha would not allow it. "By now you probably know I'm an assassin,don't you?" Keisha asked while she was running out of breath. She kicked Ellaine in the face again, slamming her head against the front of the car. "A terrible one," Ellaine answered before grabbing Keisha's foot.

She was sure that this dagger had been dipped in poison. “You goddamn bastard! Where’s the cure? Give it to us!” Holly glared at the assassin who hurt Waltz. “Heh, my poison has no cure.” The assassin chuckled coldly. Holly flipped the dagger and swung it towards the assassin, stabbing him on the chest. The wound was merely two inches away from his heart. “Since there’s no cure, then die.” Unexpectedly, the assassin smiled as he looked at Waltz. “To us assassins, failing a mission is no different from death. I’m glad that I will be going down with such a beauty. I won’t be alone.”

"You allied yourself with a pathetic southern mutt. And you targeted my Luna. I will ask you this exactly once before I begin breaking bones you didn't even know you had." Silas’s obsidian eyes flared with blinding crimson fire. "Who sent you? Who is the True King?" The assassin choked, his face turning a violent shade of purple, but the psychotic smile never left his bloody lips. He didn't look at Silas. He looked over Silas’s massive shoulder. Directly at me. And then, the nightmare deepened. The assassin’s faded yellow eyes widened, drinking in the sight of my midnight-blue velvet and the heavy dire-wolf cloak. He inhaled deeply through his shattered nose, his chest heaving as he caught m

they both replied again. "You did your best?! IDIOTS!" I yelled angrily at them again. In rage and irritation by their foolish response, I hurl another object at them. If these guys are so ignorant, how did they become top-tier assassins? "YOU DID YOUR BEST?! WHAT A JOKE!" I yelled angrily at them again. " Sir-" "You didn't do your best, fools! If you actually did your best, that jerk would have died right now and I wouldn't have had any problems, but he's still alive because you're both useless!" I yelled at them.