Hitman System Novels & Stories

Freight trucks bearing the Titan logo were rolling out of the yards, carrying goods across the region, completely unaware that the executive floor above them was currently engulfed in a silent, existential firestorm. Adam stared out at the skyline, his hands resting in his pockets. Inwardly, he waited for the familiar, crisp blue interface of the System to flash across his vision—waiting for a sudden, aggressive mission notification to pop up, giving him a numeric target, an arrogance quota, or a clear tactical shortcut to crush his opponent. Nothing appeared. The air remained completely clear.

A better man would be wracked by how many times he had schemed a man's murder to his last gasp of a strangled breath, the sheer number of men he'd sent along on their way to Saint Peter—though more accurately it could be said he'd sent them along on their merry way to meet with Hades. He wasn't a better man. And it didn't fucking bother him. He was a VENETI. A hitman for the KASH MANCHESTER. The greatest hitman, damn it. Feelings and guilt didn't have any place in his life. Least of all over this fucker. He should have been more careful about who he tried to roll. The smooth of his tongue was pushed against his teeth as he shoved his gun into the back of his waistband, resting MIRO'S fucking

he whispered just before his tongue replaced him hands. My moans were muddled by the pillow as his tongue traced down my back. His wet organ moved lower, over my back and towards my ass. Spank. My ass bounced at the slight pain while my dick thickened underneath me. Spank. He hit me again. My body trembled as different kind of sensations flooded my nervous system. "You like that, don't you?" He was back at my ear again, his chest pressed against my back. I could feel the weight of his dick resting against my ass, promising something.

"Hunt what?" "Anomalies. The creatures that slip through the cracks between the surface and down here. Things like what we encountered today, but worse. Much worse." He leaned forward, his voice dropping. "Every person in this camp, every person in every camp throughout Lenore, is bound to what's called the Hunter System." "That sounds ominous." "It is." Marcus finished with my bandage and stepped back. "The System tracks everything. Every creature you kill, every mission you complete, every credit you earn. It's not optional, Lucille. From the moment you arrived here, you were automatically enrolled."

IF A STRONGER MAN HOLDS YOU DOWN YOUR FOOD WILL BELONG TO HIM. The system’s cold words sent a chill down my spine. They reminded me of how Marcus used to overpower me during our arguments. He would trap me in his arms until I stopped fighting. "I know, " I said. I dropped the tin back onto the pile as a sudden anger flared in my chest. "I need weapons. LUS, how system points do I have right now?" [CURRENT BALANCE: 100 SYSTEM POINTS. WOULD YOU LIKE TO OPEN THE SYSTEM SHOP?]

"Because he doesn't know where to look. He's looking for a hacker in the system. He doesn't realize I am the system." She placed both hands on the edge of the sync-pad, leaning over the interface. Her fingers executed a final flawless string of code, the keystrokes sounding like a rapid volley of gunfire in the quiet war room. The golden light of her presence seemed to flare slightly, reflecting in the glossy glass of the monitors. Command Override: The Shield is Broken. Initiate Mainframe Convergence.

He answered simply and proceeded to leave. Ricci knew he was the most efficient hitman around, and that title did not come easy. Heck, if he wanted to take all of them and their families out, he knew he would be able to pull it off. “You can’t tell anyone about what we spoke about, or…” his voice trailed off, he looked down at himself, as if just realizing he was naked. He looked away from Orlando unable to look him in the eye, the stormy grey eyes were unsettling, “About us, what you saw here.”

I have worked too long for this plan to fail. “How?” I ask, my voice laced fury. “I’m sorry sir. I do not know. It was very recent and no one has said anything. Yet.” “You have one week to find out. If you don’t, I will deliver the same ailment to you and keep you locked up until you die.” He nods and quickly runs out of my study. I’m seeing red. That arrogant hunter should be dead. I need to find out how this happened. But first, I need to work out my anger so I can think clearly.

Himself, who was navigating a world he had read about with a map that was full of holes and a System that was actively penalizing him for trying not to be the villain his bloodline assumed he would become. They were, all three of them, operating on the principle that sentiment was expensive and pragmatism was survival. "It seems to be working so far," Kael said. The sun was setting behind them. The road ahead continued into disputed territory. The System's notification sat in his awareness like a weight he could not put down. Minus three hundred and forty. He had started the day at minus three hundred and twenty-five. He wondered what number he would be at by the time they reached Ashfen.

It was a sinister idea that would bring a lot of grief to Amy. “I tell you what, Darling, I won’t kill your baby if you accept my offer.” Paul didn’t blink while he was talking to Amy. The hitman handed Azad over to an Infantry-woman. “I want to fight you in hand-to-hand combat. No knives and no guns. Just me and you using our hands one on one. What do you think?” Amy watched as Paul threw his knife down on the ground. The hitman removed his black suit jacket, giving it to one of the Death Row Infantry-men. After removing his suit jacket, he cracked his neck before loosening up his necktie.