Hidden Assassin Novels & Stories

“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.”

Maya rolled the hand of her cloth up; there was still bandage on her right hand. “This is a wound from GUNSHOT. Gunshot from the secret Hired Assassin that gold-digger planted in my life-----“ “Maya, I’m in the dark, what are you talking about?” Vivian asked in confusion. “If you want to know, Adam or whatever his name is died. He is a secret Hired Assassin planted in my life by that gold-digger to kill me. All what I said is just to confirm if she is truly the one behind it---”

They formed unexpected alliances with disillusioned members of The Hidden Order, individuals seeking redemption and an end to the manipulation they had perpetuated. Through covert operations and undercover missions, Alex slowly unraveled the society's far-reaching influence. They exposed corruption at the highest levels of power, unveiling the true puppet masters behind global events. But The Hidden Order was not to be underestimated. As their machinations were brought to light, they fought back with ruthless determination. Assassins were dispatched to eliminate Alex and silence the truth once and for all. In a series of heart-stopping encounters, Alex evaded deadly traps, engaged in intense

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

“Security footage was cut. No survivors. The guards, the dogs, the maids, everyone was blown to pieces. Whoever did it got in and out without leaving a trace.” My jaw clenched. “No trace? No cameras, no intel, nothing?” “One thing,” he said, pulling a folded paper from his jacket. I took it. Bloodstained. A single name is written in red. The Revenant. I stared at it, something hot and sour curling in my gut. “Bullshit.” “No,” Alek said. “We confirmed it. The Revenant took the contract. The one assassin everyone was terrified of. The one no one sees coming.”

I don't know if I will succeed in rescuing him because I'm sure the criminal who hid him there will surely hunt me for the failure I made in the job he has given me. Here are the front door entrance combinations: *0926# and *6104#. The study where he has hidden him is *6104#. There's a table inside the study, and inside the right drawer is the button to open the secret passage to the underground, where the man is. The light switch is also in the drawer. It will move on the right so you have to stand a little far after pressing the button. "It's positive that my dad is in the mansion?" I asked.

The girl who had shaken the Academia to its bones. He reached the door. Hand ghosting over the handle. He never felt the blade that took his life. A figure appeared behind him. Cloak of shifting moonlight. White porcelain mask. No features. Black hoodie failing to conceal his horns. Dagger. The assassin whose reputation was whispered in the darkest corners of the underworld. SHING. Twin blades carved through the intruder's throat before he could gasp. Surgical. Brutal. Efficient. Dagger kicked the corpse into a pocket dimension. Bored flick of his boot. Not a single drop of blood stained the carpet.

“This isn’t possible. I would’ve known if I had a twin.” “Not if you were never supposed to,” the assassin said bitterly. “Not if one of us was hidden… built… for something else.” Grey growled. “Enough riddles.” Mira slowly eased off him, but didn’t let her claws drop. “You were one of them. A Ghost Howler.” He pushed up on his elbows. “Was.” “Why?” Liam asked. “Why betray your blood?” The assassin looked at him, not with hatred, but with something colder. Indifference.

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

In the private room with her, I could see her whole body trembling when I touched her like she hadn’t been touched in years. Just as she was about to press the drink to her lips, my handler, Silas, spoke to me through my AirPods to pause the mission I immediately took the glass from her and poured the contents over my chest, and she thought it was part of the act, not knowing she almost drank herself to her own death. Just in case Silas needed me to complete the job subsequently, I left a card with my number on it and with how harsh her breathing was and the desire in her eyes, I doubted it would go unused