Hidden Assassin Novels & Stories

The blade struck the shield with a deafening crack, sparks of silver and black energy exploding outward, illuminating the bloodied faces of Gale, Levi, and the guardians. The assassin recoiled, its borrowed body convulsing as the void eyes widened in surprise. "The Shadowed One... claims you," it hissed, its voice a chorus of whispers from the abyss. But Alina's shield held the bond with Gale amplifying it, his golden aura weaving through like threads of sunlight reinforcing the night. Gale lunged forward, his claws rending the assassin's throat in a swift, brutal arc. Black ichor sprayed, the body crumpling like a discarded puppet, the void eyes dimming to lifeless gray.

She rose before the sound finished echoing, already moving, already hunting. She didn’t see the first assassin until he was on her. Camouflage. Masked. Knife in hand. They crashed against a column with a sickening thud, his blade scraping her side as she twisted, kicked, flipped him over her shoulder. The second came from behind, but she’d already dropped and rolled, firing twice into his abdomen, feeling the recoil in her ribs. Tomaso got the third—barely—before it reached the inner vault stairwell. Alessio found the last one near the war room, standing above one of the analysts, gun raised. He didn’t hesitate. One shot. Between the eyes.

His hand went to his blade, and my pulse quickened. “I know,” I whispered, my own hand reaching for the hilt of my weapon. I felt the shift in the air, the unnatural stillness that had descended around them. It was too quiet, too perfect. Something was watching them, waiting. And then, from the darkness, the assassin’s emerged, a shadow against the storm. Their movements were swift and sure, their faces hidden beneath the hood of a cloak. They were dressed in black, their posture predatory, and in their hands, the blade shimmered cold and deadly.

Then lightning cracked the sky, brief but blinding, and that’s when I saw it. A lone figure stood in the clearing, staring directly at the window. Dressed in pitch black from head to toe, his face hidden behind a mask. Two curved knives were strapped in an ‘X’ across his back, their hilts glinting beneath the flash of light. I gasped. An assassin. Not just any assassin, but one of them. I’d heard stories, ghosts in the night, scentless killers trained by elite packs to eliminate without a trace. Only those with dark secrets and darker power could summon them.

Enzo crawled on the floor while holding his phone. While Catriona already settled and hid in the corner ready to shoot anytime. The shadow from the intruder looks like one who knows Kung Fu. He was covered up in black suit—like a ninja. Then something hit him. Is this Alanis's assassins? "It's an assassin from Alanis's." He mouthed and she sighs. The bullet is faster than the sword.

Her eyes glimmered with a mix of fear and defiance, the flame and the darkness swirling together in a luminous storm beneath her skin, reflecting the struggle within. A sudden chill rippled through the room, brushing across her shoulders, wrapping around her spine like icy fingers. One shadow, taller and more solid than the rest, detached from the corners of the room, stepping forward with deliberate precision. It didn’t attack, yet its presence was heavier than the air around it, pressing into her mind with whispers that danced on the edges of comprehension. You cannot hide. You cannot resist. You are ours, yet we will teach you. The words were a threat, a promise, and an invitation all at

Hiding perfectly he saw more than 5 pairs of red eyes. They were surrounded. He turned back to wake Blaze but instantly froze on his spot as he felt someone trying to push the bushes aside to enter their den. Well wrong move guys. Swift thought to himself. He was hiding in the dark. No one could see him. He wasn’t afraid of them hurting Blaze because he knew what he was capable of.

****** Aria POV The scent of his tobacco smoke filled the back of the SUV, heavy and suffocatingly familiar. I forced myself not to react, keeping my eyes fixed on the digital schematics Zero was feeding to my wrist terminal. Malakai was circling the truth like a shark sensing blood in the water. He didn't have the final proof —he couldn't possibly fathom that the fragile, broken girl he had rescued from a staged syndicate purge was actually the mythical assassin Ghost. To him, Ghost was a historical nightmare, a weapon utilized by the older generation of syndicates. He had no idea I had used the civilian cover story to permanently escape that blood-soaked life, only for his own possessivene

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

txt REASON: System Error. IN JINX'S APARTMENT (SECTOR 2) Kara (Jinx) sat at her messy desk, surrounded by textbooks and computer parts. Her heart was pounding. She had decrypted the shard. She opened the text file. CLASSIFIED: LIST OF TARGETS FOR SILENCING 1. Prof. A. Miller - History Dept (Sector 4 University). 2. Sarah Jenkins - Union Leader (Dockworkers Guild). 3. Cassian Reed - Journalist (DECEASED).