Hidden Assassin Novels & Stories

There was a human who stood from great distance, widening his eyes at the warm corpses around me. ‘I must prevent him from shouting,’ Brett thought. "Good evening," Brett sweetly greeted. In case his prey escaped, he pulled out the knife on his knee and thrust it on the other side. "Ahhhhhhck!" The civilian's face hardened at the sight. Brett watched his features, the small eyes and pale skin. ‘He suddenly looks familiar.’ Like a speed of lightning, a memory of contiguity flashed back. 'He's that guy! The werewolf hunter’s minion.'

Maya rolled the hand of her cloth up; there was still bandage on her right hand. “This is a wound from GUNSHOT. Gunshot from the secret Hired Assassin that gold-digger planted in my life-----“ “Maya, I’m in the dark, what are you talking about?” Vivian asked in confusion. “If you want to know, Adam or whatever his name is died. He is a secret Hired Assassin planted in my life by that gold-digger to kill me. All what I said is just to confirm if she is truly the one behind it---”

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.

He will be good police if only he is not an assassin. Since I don't think I'm going to get anything tonight, I'd better just go home and rest my mind. Tomorrow I will start gathering data again about that slippery assassin. Once I catch him it will be the greatest accomplishment I will feel in my life. Because Silent Assassin is one of a kind. He is like a famous wild herb that many people admire and desire but no one sees. If some people call him Silent Assassin others call him the Ghost Hero. Because he only kills evil people and he doesn’t show up just like a ghost. But for me, he is still a criminal who should be arrested. Because he shouldn’t be putting the law in his hands. So I have t

as her bastard daughter to help her prepare for war. I move around the room, packing satchels with hex bags, potions, powders, casting gems—everything she might need. That’s when she enters, speaking to her second-in-command. “Where did they find it?” she demands of Sybil. “In one of the underwater caves in Loch Ness. Hiding in the aura of the monster there.” The Red One cackles. “Clever. I suppose it’d have to be, to have survived this long.” She throws her hood back. Her beauty is sharp and cruel. Her white hair gleams like bone, and deep lines frame her twisted grin.

My brother asks as we make our way into the garage’s living area. Years ago, Priest converted an old warehouse in the outskirts of Manhattan to rehab cars. He lived there until he met his wife Sage and lost his best friend, the now-deceased former Confradia tech, Hunter Cohen. Before I came around, Hunter was the Confradia’s prime hacker. Now, I’m one of their top techs. But unlike Hunter, I trained and became an assassin. After Hunter’s death, the garage was used by visiting Confradia Assassins to stay at and for Confradia meetings.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

My body shivers from shame; not only did I make myself look like his fiancée, but I went against my word from ten years ago. I slid some strand of my hair behind my ear, squeezing my bag with my other hand. “Don’t play fool with me, Alexa Côté. You applied for this job, what’s your mission?” Everything freezes at that moment; my heart beating drums in the confines of my chest. I have to act normal, I need to be normal. He’s one of the hardest people to go through. If I need to remain in this house and find my father’s murderer, I need him to not know that I have a mission.

I nodded and gave her a hug before hurrying out of the school compound, driving until I reached a local grocery store which held a fading neon sign reading, The Place. As a hideout for an organization which trains people to become assassin's, that name should sound suspicious to anyone. I carefully pushed the glass door causing a bell sound to echo throughout the whole grocery shop. My eyes quickly drafted to Derick who was dressed in a yellow short sleeves and blown short khakis who sat behind the cashier desk. Derick is more the cashier of The Place and also like security for our organization. He is twenty seven years old and has been working here since he was sixteen. He has a slender bui

it feels like this peace is too fragile, too perfect. I can’t shake the feeling that something is coming. Something bad. THIRD PERSON’S POV Back in the city, in an abandoned garage near the outskirts of town, Camille straps weapons into a black van. Ammunition clips snap into place. Beside her, a man, an assassin, in all black studies a map pinned to the van’s dashboard. Red circles. Coordinates. Timelines. “The cabin is isolated,” the assassin says without looking up. “Minimal visibility. Three exits. One unguarded. We strike soon.”