God Of Assassins Novels & Stories

​The white light of the Auditor’s staircase didn't just illuminate Kael; it began to strip him. ​As Kael Davis lunged forward, the beige cardigan and the weary, aged skin of the "Failed Father" dissolved. Beneath the veneer of the broken man was the raw, jagged skeleton of the original "God of War" script. He was a terrifying sight—a flickering silhouette of scars and silver-threaded muscle, his eyes burning with the fire of a thousand deleted battlefields.

I make my way to a rental car I have parked two blocks away, get in and drive back to Hotel LeVeque, where I plan to soak in a nice hot tub and get a good night’s rest. This is what my life consists of. I travel the globe killing people for a living. I don’t take any sexual gratification from what I do, I don’t even do it for the money really – although it does pay incredibly well. No, this work; this life, runs in my blood. It’s deep rooted in who I am. By the age of twenty-nine I have become one of the most prolific assassins in the world. To those in this shadow world or those who seek me out I am only known by my codename. Blackheart.

*giggles* After that, I'm going to ki- "Wtf! Bro, stop smiling, it's terrifying." Relax, William, that's your brother. "SHUT UP," I demanded. I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is William Carter, and I am a 36-year-old assassin. Reaper is the codename I use. Many people have motivations for being a spy, assassin, criminal, and so on. However, I became an assassin because of my father. Third-person pov

They were just the first ones to Win. The Assassination Attempt: The Ghost-Code As Elara walked toward the Central Chamber to present their Sovereign Credentials, the air around her began to De-rez. "Elara, move!" Rhys screamed. A Ghost-Code Assassin—a mercenary program that could manifest a physical blade in the real world—stepped out of the shadows of the station’s sub-routine. It was sent by the Junior Architects, the radical faction of the Father’s company that refused to accept the Council’s verdict.

Come out and fight me to the death! I skim his history. He's a Year 4 Ares Awakener whose only hobby is putting people in comas. A pure, unadulterated meathead. My lips curl into a smile. I change my display name to [Death God - Rea]. Usually, people call me 'Boss' back home, but 'Death God' has a nice ring to it. Very marketable. Next is the bio. Prime real estate. I start with the obvious: "Regularly accepting assassination requests. Pricing varies by target level. DM for inquiries."

His eyes went wide with total terror. He was an elite killer, trained to resist pain. But he was not facing a normal warrior. He was facing the pure, divine aura of the Moon Goddess. I stepped closer to him, my blue doe eyes glowing with a bright, beautiful silver light that matched my aura. The divine energy did not hurt him physically, but it searched deep into his mind, melting away his secrets and his loyalty. Under the pressure of the goddess light, the assassin fell to his knees in front of me. His head was lowered to the dirt.

Hikaru added from the sidelines. " No, Rhane is the creator of Versions." Amber shook her head. " What?!" Manor and I exclaimed as we both poked our heads out of our huddle. " Yeah, a long time ago, long before the war of the gods for the one true god. The gods were having a cold war against each other. Asil Luna Goddess of Healing and Lexi Bathory God of Virtue against Exinious, God of War, and Helder Lord of the underworld. The only one that stayed neutral was Zagerust, the God of curiosity. He's the only one that remained friends of the two sides, but he was easily distracted by his curiosity that he couldn't stop the cold war." Amber started the tale with a nod.

My hair covered my face in a tangled mess as I braced myself on my elbows. “You fucking bitch! You will learn your place here, and I’ll be the one to teach it to you.” I lifted my gaze to meet his. If he wasn’t a God, I would have already attempted to cut his throat by now. The punishment for even the attempted assassination of a God was execution, but I would gladly pay the price if I knew I would be successful. Ares was a God though, I am strong, but not strong enough to fight him. Ares looked evil as he grinned down at me. I resisted the urge to scoot away as he squatted down to my level, resting his forearms on his thighs.

“Do you know who he is working for?” “Yes, he works for me. He is one of the library attendants. What is the meaning of this questioning?” ‘Ask the goddess if we can believe him baby.’ ‘Goddess, please we need help.’ ‘Yes, my child. I don’t have very long today.’ ‘That’s okay. I need to know if Alpha Tyler can be trusted against Hades.’ ‘Yes, he has been a great ally to the gods. He will be loyal to the end. He is also goddess gifted child.’

No wailing, no name-mixing, no drama but a good f*ck! Just as I thought it was the right time to comfort my throbbing boner, the door slammed open. I cursed and swiftly pointed my gun at the intruder. “Andare a puttane!” (Go to wh*res and be f*cked!) James Mathews. My right-hand man in the black and white business raised a brow and smirked offhandedly, “You could’ve been blowed good but you rather choose to blow up in my face.” So he had seen the sinful temptation trotting down.