Hidden Assassin Novels & Stories

No sound. No hesitation. Moonlight spilled through the window, illuminating the room in pale silver. The figure stepped inside. And closed the door quietly behind them. They approached the bed slowly. Aira slept peacefully, unaware of the danger only a few feet away. The hooded figure pulled a small blade from beneath their cloak. The metal glinted faintly in the moonlight. The assassin raised the blade. Then suddenly. A deep growl filled the room. The hooded figure froze.

Deep inside the building— Hidden compartments opened. Small black drones lifted into the air. Silent. Fast. Daniel watched the security feed. “…okay that’s cool.” The blast barrier finally collapsed. The assassins stepped through. And immediately— Three drones shot down the hallway toward them. The first assassin raised his rifle— But the drones were faster. Electric pulses fired. The men dropped instantly. Unconscious. The hallway went quiet. Inside the penthouse Daniel slowly lowered the chair. “…I officially love this building.” Sebastian and Marcus arrived seconds later.

Lena exhaled slowly. “Well…” Her voice dropped. “That was fast.” Arun’s eyes hardened. “The Ghost.” The man smiled faintly. “So you do remember me.” Alina looked between them, heart racing. The most dangerous assassin in the world was standing ten meters away. Completely relaxed. Completely confident. And completely alone. “You found us quickly,” Arun said. The Ghost shrugged. “You weren’t hiding.” “Fair.” The man’s gaze slowly moved to Alina. For a long moment, he studied her.

Through the swirling mountain frost above, a shape finally detached itself from the upper dark of the staircase. It wasn't an armored titan. It was a slender, wire-muscled hunter clad in close-fitting, oil-skinned leather that didn't reflect the pale mountain starlight. His face was entirely hidden behind a dark brass breather-mask, his eyes obscured by twin lenses of smoked glass that glowed with a faint, predatory green hue. In his right hand, he carried a long, thin flamberge—a wavy-bladed sword designed to saw through flesh and silver mesh with minimal physical resistance. He didn't pause to offer words. He didn't hesitate at the sight of the Hybrid Queen or the ruined Alpha.

Anaya said, her thumb tracing the embossed cover of Dinanath's journal. As the lead hunter stepped past a shattered glass display case, Kabir spun out from behind the decaying workbench, dropping to one knee. He gripped the revolver with both hands, his eyes locked onto the shifting, erratic silhouette of the assassin. Clack-clack-BOOM. The sound of the discharge was deafening, but the bullet didn't travel with a standard report. The golden kinetic round left a trailing wake of distorted, shimmering air behind it. It struck the lead hunter squarely in the chest.

For them, bliss was equivalent to no b*tchy-asses trying to put you six feet under the ground. Zion took a bite out of the brownies and pressed a button on the laptop and on the projector screen several blurry pictures of a woman figure, which were probably taken from a distance appeared, "...that's the places she last appeared. Killed thirteen burly guys without even sweating. Quite secretive and purely professional. A sexy assassin with surprises" "Not-so-Gentlemen, I present to you, black swan!" Then he pressed another button and played a blurry clip of a woman, killing men with knife and blades. In less than fourteen seconds she killed thirteen men without even her breath getting uneven.

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

"Who are you?" Shadow asked as he coughed loudly. The footsteps got closer until they stopped in front of him. He looked up and saw the man wearing a mask and wearing all white clothing, slightly visible inside the room because of the light coming inside the door. Daimon grabbed his chin and scanned his face from left to right. "You look familiar…" he murmured before getting closer to Shadow's fucked up face. "You do too." Shadow spat out blood as he coldly stared at him, realizing who he was. The assassin who attacked Keisha who wore white clothes to stain himself with the blood of the people he killed was standing in front of Shadow now.

Maybe her will-power and strength were not par from honey bone, the former top one Assassin in the world. “Lesly hunter , how’s was the situation there?” asked the man to her over the phone. Yes, the beautiful woman was no another than, Lesly hunter the top one high class assassin in the world. “Yes, Mr. Young master of Luckser. he was guarded by the woman, but don’t worry I’ll find enough time to assassinate him. It was just a piece of cake.” Said Lesly hunter to him.