Geisha Assassins Novels & Stories

They had not expected danger here, in this place that was supposed to be safe. The assassins were Council loyalists, their faces hidden behind black masks, their blades coated with silver poison. They had infiltrated the stronghold through a hidden passage that the builders had missed, a crack in the mountain that led straight to the heart of the complex. They did not survive long. Elif killed two, her blade finding their throats with surgical precision. Niklas killed three, his claws tearing through flesh and bone. Kara killed the last one, her hands wrapped around his neck, her violet eyes blazing with a fury that surprised even her.

Before midnight, the four assassins-Emery, Jadeite, Secora, and Cataleena- were all ready to depart from the headquarters after briefing themselves on the plan they had to follow. Each of them was wearing their identical combat apparel with their faces covered with a mask and was equipped with their weapons before they got on each horse. It was rather chillier that midnight compared to the other nights, but Emery thought it was just probably her feeling that way. She had gone through many missions before but this time, she felt like something bad was going to happen… something that she was not expecting.

I put on my black shiny brogues and finally don my suit which smartly concealed my weapon. I oiled my hair and slicked it all back with a comb and left the room in a hurry. There was much to be done. I took the white spiraling marble stairs to the ground floor of the mansion and came across Georgia, the head maid. Truth be told, Georgia Wilson was a retired assassin and former head of the all-female killer crew. She was part of my inheritance according to the will. 'The Unkindness of Ravens is to be a perpetual ally to the Delmundo House'

Dresses aren't my thing. I'll pick a pair of jeans or sweats before I put on a dress. Dresses make me feel exposed and uncomfortable. I'm a warrior. I don't find killing myself to look good as a priority for the fact that I don't care about finding a mate. The mate bond is ridiculous, in my opinion. Falling for someone and losing yourself in them just because the Moon Goddess paired you two is utterly pathetic. Being an assassin, I learned that loving someone only leads to hurting them or yourself. Love makes people vulnerable and weak, and I want no part of it.

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

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?”

At the same time, they dodged the bullets and ran to the window, trying to break the glass and escape! However! Bang, bang! The glass of the window shattered, and a team of heavily armed guards descended from the sky! In a flash, Two and Three were surrounded! They scowled and charged right out! Bang, bang! The room fell into chaos! Two heavily armed guards were sent flying by the other party with kicks and punches. Seeing that these two were about to break out of the siege, Georgina kicked out at the back of one of the assassins’ heads! Bam!

"Let's pay our respect and greet the unwanted guest. It's only fair they know who we are firsthand." Vanessa walked ahead of the group and smirked as everyone made way for them like royalty. Still, she couldn't help but overhear a group of women talking at one of the tables. Scanning the room, she found the culprits, the Phantom Killers. Natalia Azar, Mel Brooks, Chanel Echo, and Soraya Summer. A four-member assassin group specializing in hocus-pocus attacks. Sleight of hand tricks. They've mastered manipulating and deceiving their enemies with the slightest influence. But, as simple as it may sound, it is tough to do. "I wonder who those girls are, especially the girl on the arm of our dear

I nod, “Since I have to be visible, I’ll assign myself to their tables and make vague comments. But we have to give them a chance to get me alone and allow them to strike.” He nods. “That’s why we need everyone to come in and plan this carefully.” As soon as he walks away, my mind keeps spinning with possible plans. There are so many things to consider. Within the hour, every Assassin within the vicinity is once again sitting at the conference table. I look around with amazement; Priest, Corbin, Dragon, Stryker, Cameron, Jaxon’s niece, Valkyrie, a Scotsman who is ironically named Scotty, Phanthom and Heathen join our group. Phantom is the strong, quiet type, while Heathen is a loud, rugged c

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.