Hidden Assassin Novels & Stories

The hunter let out a muffled, choked shriek behind the mask, his hands instantly flying to his face as his balance disintegrated on the ice-slick wood. He slipped. His oil-skinned boots found no purchase on the rotten sap, and with a short, desperate gasp, his entire body tilted sideways over the open side of the staircase. He didn't hit the logs. He simply vanished into the three-thousand-foot dark, his flamberge clattering once against the basalt cliff face before the silence of the abyss swallowed him whole. But from the dark staircase above, three more green-lensed masks appeared through the frost, their silent leather boots moving in perfect, overlapping unison as they drew their long,

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.

Juvia stopped mid-sentence. Tristian had opened his eyes as he heard Juvia’s words. He shot a cold glare at her. “I got a news that the worlds top assassin is now Lesley hunter. She has only been in the field for about seven to eight years. The former top killer had been a woman named Honey bone, but she was dead already. I have looked this woman up, and coincidentally, her looks resemble a little to Anne. Do you think Anne had done something as disgraceful as killing people behind our backs? I really don’t understand why she would exchange a life as our family’s miss for a life of a killer,” Juvia mocked slightly and she even felt a little disappointed.

His eyes looked relaxed, not anything like they were seconds ago when he looked at Collin. “You as well, Invisi-boy,” Callie dramatically bowed back. “Callie!” I shrieked. My face changed ten shades of red before settling in the deepest color of it. “Invisi-boy, huh?” he laughed. “It was that or Ghost Boy,” Callie replied matter-of-factly. “Are you a ghost, by the way?” “No,” Hunter smirked, “I’m an assassin.” “Knew it.” Callie nodded. “An assassin from an alien planet coming to scope out a new world to create a new colony on, right?”

“You’ve done it. You have finally done it!” I shifted on to find the eyesore there. Locking onto the man I had dragged here, who was now propped against a rusted column. He was observed at the embrace, the sight, at the blood, at the look in Kristine’s eyes. He laughed. Motherfucker was laughing like it was the funniest thing he had ever seen. "Oh, what a beautiful sight," Edric wheezed, wiping blood from his chin. "The top 4th assassin of the underworld, The Hunter, has finally decided to drop the mask of innocence?”

I'm just praying God will keep us till then. ☆▪☆ "You are surrounded by The Special Weapon and Tactics, The BNI and the London Police Department. Do not try to make any wrong move. Just surrender" a loud voice is heard through a microphone, booming around the ware house where Veronica and I are kept hostage. She and I share a look between each other, a subtle nod saying all that we need to.# "What the hell is happening? I played a my cards right! So what is going on?" Adrian asks, assembling all his men.

He bit his bottom lip, lowering his arms to his sides and glancing towards his palms before asking, "What is it? Y-You...you don't like what you see?" Nate had not spoken yet, gulping when he saw Dante's fingers drop the knife beside him and reach for the next button on his dress shirt. When Nate realized what he was doing, he instinctively leaned downwards, his mind completely pushing away the assassin murderous rumours and all the threats Dante had mentioned, instead reaching for his hands and stopping him from continuing down the placket. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nate pushed his hands away, closing the other buttons as well and hiding the chain back into his shirt.