Hidden Assassin Novels & Stories

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.

Laura was the youngest, so Camellia had her stay with the computer to receive messages. As soon as it got dark, Camellia, Herman, and Rose split up. They quickly took down over a dozen hidden sentries. Assassination was a job they had been doing for years, so they were very familiar with it. They didn't alert anyone. Camellia even silently climbed the high tower and killed four guards, propping their bodies against the pillars to maintain the appearance of guards still on duty.

“I own the building. This room is also hidden from the floor plans, and the entrance is hidden. This room is also soundproof. Other than me, you are the only one who knows about this room.” “Tristan doesn’t know about this room either? I thought the two of you were best friends and did everything together.” I thought about how Maria was in and out of the apartment. “What about Maria.” “My identity is a little more complicated than what you think.” “What are you, like a secret agent?” I laughed.

We pull up to the hidden apartment on the outskirts of town, hidden beneath a warehouse we infiltrate the area, pushing doors open and finally landing at the door My heart pounds in my chest, this is it, this is the person we have been looking for, finally, we can be free from his clutches My anger builds in anticipation as we push the door down, and my blood runs cold immediately at the sight as we enter the apartment The assassin is lying on the floor, dead, with a bullet in between his eyes, blood pooling around his head, and running down the wooden floorboards. My heart races, my fingers clenched into fists in anger at the sight as I pick up the single piece of paper on the floor, sealed

He turned his head slowly, locking his gold-sapphire eyes onto the security camera. A Silence-Weaver detached from the shadows of the ventilation shaft. The assassin raised his rifle, the crosshairs centering on the single, pulsing gold vein now visible on the back of Leo’s neck.

The gala was already alive. Lights filled the grand hall, reflecting off crystal chandeliers that hung high above like stars. Soft music played in the background, blending with quiet conversations and occasional laughter. It was the kind of place where power moved silently. Where every smile meant something. Where every presence was noticed. And tonight One man stood out more than the rest. Kael Hawthorne. He stood near the entrance, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a glass he hadn’t touched.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

nothing. “What the hell?” I whispered. How did I get here? I looked next to me and saw a shovel in one hand and a knife in the other. I tossed the knife away from me in revulsion. My hands were bloody and I trembled in horror. Then, I realized there was a hole near me. Not ready for what I was about to behold, I peeked into the hole and screamed. In the dugout pit. . . was Hailee. . .dead

It sounds like two hungry animals are fighting for dominance. Cautiously, I took two slow steps towards that noise and witnessed that Rakesh and Emiem were kissing, hungrily. I don't know whether to be happy nor sad. Why him? Of all people why him? How the hell he got that syringe? Not wanting to reveal myself there, I turned my back and headed back to my cabin. The only source I have with mine is "The Hidden Secrets" and I have read it many times but couldn't able to find any new things as some of the words on pages 14 and 15 were a blur as someone caused this purposely.

But I can’t help the feeling that someone is really, really watching me. My pulse spikes. Slowly, I scan the dim room. People are dancing against the flashing lights, but my gaze lands on a tall figure leaning against the edge of the VIP bar, tucked into the dark corner of the club. He’s wearing a black leather jacket, a dark baseball cap pulled low over his forehead, and a black face mask hiding the lower half of his face. Despite being hidden in the dark and covered in a mask, I find him hauntingly familiar.