Geisha Assassins Novels & Stories

"What the fuck was that?" Anya stood. Covered in blood. Shaking. The heat pulling harder now. The violence had accelerated it. Triggered something primal. "That," Dimitri said quietly, "was our Luna protecting pack." They secured the perimeter. Checked the bodies. All four assassins had Project Seventh markings. Professional operators. The kind that cost a hundred thousand each to deploy. Eleanor was serious. Sending her best. Spending millions to take them down. "We can't stay here," Marcus said. "They'll keep coming. More assassins. Better trained. Eventually they'll..."

Lyph~ the soul which resided within the baby's body, was a notorious Killer. Killed thousands of lives, be it corrupted or innocent as it was her job. She was also a weapon smith, but only making weapons for herself, deadly kinds of weapons, many even wished for her to make theirs too, but she refused nonetheless.

Mayari ignored Jim's remarks as she sat on the nearby chair and place her hand on the table that separated her from the elf. "I'm not here to say hi." she coldly stated. "Now start talking." "You're no fun." He sneered. "The truth is, I don't really know who's the mastermind of this case." "You're an assassin that is paid by an anonymous client." Mayari concluded. She knew the field very well. Jim was surprise that she was able to quickly grasp the situation. Nevertheless, she reached his expectation. "Yes." Jim nodded. "But judging by the amount of money he paid for the Royal Family's assassination and the very accurate information he have about the Royals, there is a high probability that

A giddy feeling filled him at the up coming excitement. The bets kept rolling in one by one until the five he was waiting for came in. Three out of those betted on Poison while one on Freckles the other on Lion. All together there are five assassins competiting in this hunt. Two females and three males. Percy was looking forward to Lightning making out of this one but he couldn't discount Poison. The goth killer was deadly in her own right and her command of poison making her a great threat to the rest.

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.

said Kiara with a smirk . " True ! You are the rumored strong crown princess . I am curious to get to know you a little before I kill you . " said the assassin . " It's rude that you already know who I am but I do not know your identity . " said Kaira . " I wouldn't wanna be rude to her highness but these are the rules . I can't tell you who I am . " said the assassin . He took the knife and looked at her with an annoyed expression then threw it towards her but Kiara managed to avoid it again . The assassin had his face covered and Kiara couldn't see who it was but his figure looked a bit familiar to her .

the assassin's voice threatened Reikel and Morry loudly. "And why would I do that? Do what you want. But I assure you that you can't leave alive in this place," Reikel replied. And instead of following what the assassin said, Prince Reikel pointed his sword at him. Yassi couldn’t help but widen her eyes because of what he did. Only now did she realize that her life was worthless for him. It doesn’t matter if her life is in danger or if she dies at the hands of that assassin.

“Jesus! That kid never runs out of energy, does he?” A chuckle escapes my lips at his amazement. “Connor is definitely in a league of his own.” Declan looks down at his feet then back at me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looks nervous. Licking my lips, I lift my knees to my chest, wrap my arms around them and take a deep breath. “What are you?” I ask the question that has been niggling in the back of my mind since she showed up at the mansion. His brow quirks, but he maintains an even expression. “What do you mean?” Puffing out a breath, I throw back the covers and rise from the bed. “Wow,” I mutter out in disbelief. “Are we really going to play this game, Declan? Well, let me brea

Gianna laughed. *********************************************** Gianna spent the next day feeling lonely and bored without Minnah. She just did not know that someone was planning to wash away the boredom and make the night exciting. After Gianna closed her eyes and the maids extinguished the lights, three men dressed in black and wearing masks entered the chamber. The two maids and the four soldiers at the entrance were immediately killed by the sharp blades. Then the assassins quietly approached their main prey. Thankfully to the training she had in Stri, Gianna heard them coming. She woke up quickly and grabbed the dagger she always kept. She could see them only because of the bright moonl

Their teamwork, their love on display, was a pulse that steadied the room, but the assassin’s attack was a reminder of their danger, the cloaked figure a deepening threat. --- The safe house’s command center was a fortress of steel and resolve, its dim light a refuge from the gala’s chaos. Kai sat on a crate, his arm bandaged, his hand entwined with Gianna’s. She leaned beside him, her gown traded for leather, her emerald eyes fierce but shaken, their alcove passion lingering, their trust a fire in the dark. Marsh’s voice cut through, gruff, poring over the assassin’s gear. “West side meeting’s confirmed—cloaked figure was there, rallying rival crews. Smells like old Syndicate, new blood.”