Hidden Assassin Novels & Stories

The worse part was that he hadn't even stopped at just telling Dante to stop messing with his aunt, he even menaced to murder him. "We need to get you out of this city." Nate couldn't help but agree—that was not the avenue he wanted to continue upon this early in a new surrounding. "We need to get out now." "He could kill you, Nate." "I fucking know that Auntie, thanks." He snapped, annoyed that he hadn't been told all these things before even arriving to this city. He had never heard of anyone named Dante Hercules, his name sounded ridiculous anyway. Besides, he never even thought he would come across a mafia member, or an assassin, or a yakuza—honestly, all these terms were way too much fo

It popped free of its socket and I dropped it into the open bag at my feet. I squinted, the eye scorching light from the other bulbs making the pools of shadow beside us difficult to see. Host-less Shades stayed hidden during the lighter hours, even beneath their violet sky, but that didn't mean you wouldn't come across the occasional desperado, willing to risk everything for a shot at owning human flesh. I dropped the piece of clothing that protected the new bulb into the bag and paused, frozen by the shiver running down my spine. "What's wrong?" Aaron called from the front.

“But it must be done precisely. No explosions. No storms. Surgical. Silent. So when they fall… they never rise again.” Petrov nodded. “That means planting a mole inside. Deep.” Bain’s brow furrowed. “Who?” Petrov’s mouth twitched in the ghost of a cold smile. “I have someone. Assassin. Name is Spider. She’s one of my most lethal assets. Silent. Deadly. Invisible. She weaves webs they never see until they’re already trapped.” Viktor chimed in: “Pair her with the Widowmaker. Widow’s already embedded connections from Caracas to Lagos. Together, they can find Valeria’s father’s strongholds. Maps. Contacts. Supply routes. Everything.”

“Claude?’ he said, gripping the younger man’s arm, firm but strong. Claude looked a little disconcerted. Turning to Schwartz, he said, “We’ve… Paddy has… managed to track down…Jana Rudenko.” Dusk fell like a velvet shroud over the ancient stone alleys of Kotor. The sea, just beyond the crumbling rooftops, reflected blood-red streaks of the dying sun. Three assassins moved like shadows through the narrow streets, silent and focused. They were closing in — their prey just ahead, wounded, hidden, vulnerable. They had heard the women run, had been following her, Hila Zaidi and the girl who was the daughter of the dead McLeod. But something felt wrong.

Her sharp blue eyes darted back and forth between the screen and a sheet of paper covered in cryptic notes. The members of Aiden's secret organization, codenamed "The Metaphor," were scattered across the globe, each one living a double life. One moment, they might be a high-ranking executive at a multinational corporation, and the next, they could be a deadly assassin, silently infiltrating a heavily guarded compound. Their identities were as tightly wound as the coils of a watch spring, ready to unleash their hidden talents when called upon.

Kentucky looked at his friend and sighed before talking. "We have a clue on the one that killed Dr. John McCain. " For the first time in an hour. The storm in his eyes seems to calm down a little. Kentucky sighed in relief on seeing his eyes. Ruby rubbed his shoulder tiredly. " Go ahead /" " She is an assassin, who was hired for the job. According to our research, she is a well-known assassin from the world best hidden assassin organization and she can't be traced back after each mission. She is one of the most powerful assassins. She leaves a symbol of her work in any one or places. She completed her job but besides that. Her traces can't be found " he narrat

The estate’s underground war room had been untouched since Dojin Kim’s fiery collapse, but tonight, it pulsed with heat—data feeding in from a source even Jian couldn’t track. Chaewon swept in, still in silk and barefoot, eyes sharp. Jian followed, fully dressed in tactical black, as if his body never forgot how to prepare for war. “What is it?” she demanded. Han looked up from the glowing console. “A name. Hidden deep in the final AI core we thought was wiped during Dojin’s downfall.” Jian frowned. “Another executor?” “No,” Han said grimly. “A hostage.” He tapped the screen. A low-res video played:

she whispered, reclaiming control, drawing back but leaving the taste of temptation hanging between them. He straightened, shoulders stiff, gaze blazing. “I’ve heard whispers… of an order. Shadow Assassins.” His voice dropped lower, reverent, fearful. “They deal only in death. No trace, no trail. Their contracts vanish like smoke. Ancient, older than any court. Once sworn, they never fail.” Veronica’s breath quickened, excitement cutting through her fury. “Shadow Assassins…” She let the name roll across her tongue like a spell. “Whispered in corners, but never seen.”

A paradox I carried with solemn pride and quiet fear. And through it all, Sebastian Hale loomed, a silent, watchful presence in my mind. He believed he understood my world. He didn’t. He couldn’t. But friction, scrutiny, and unresolved tension promised one thing: tomorrow, the battle between us, boss and employee, enemies by circumstance would continue. I stepped into the fading LA light, the city stretching endlessly, and let the weight of the secret settle alongside the thrill of the unknown. Stakes were high, consequences immense, and yet… I was ready.

Aiden snide, breaking the legs of one of Aman's men and piercing his claw on the man's neck, dragging it until the collarbone. The man let out a sharp cry, blood pouring out from his neck like a river, much to Aiden's satisfaction. "And I'm born ginger, you little shit!" Hugo dragged another man of Aman's lackeys by the leg and threw him to a tree ten steps away. The guy groaned from afar, coughing out blood. "What the fuck are you both doing?" Kleaton asked, dumbfounded. "What?!" Hugo and Aiden replied simultaneously, snarling at him.