How To Become An Assassin Novels & Stories

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

Being twenty four years old and the eldest child made me the heiress of the empire. I have a younger 'sister' who goes by the name, Dana. She's one year younger than me. I've been trained ever since I was a child unlike Dana who has been treated like a princess ever since she was born. I stared at the man in front of me, who was shivering in his seat. He had his hands tied behind his back. "Mr Lacroix, I'm sure you know who I am." I spoke with a calm tone. "Y-yes I know who you are. You are the assassin," Antoine Lacroix stuttered, sweat forming on his forehead.

Specific poisons, such as arsenic or strychnine, are effective but their possession or procurement is incriminating, and accurate dosage is problematical. Edged Weapons, any locally obtained edge device may be successfully employed. A certain minimum of anatomical knowledge is needed for reliability. Firearms, the assassin should have sufficient technical knowledge of the limitations of weapons and expects more range, accuracy and killing power. Since certainty of death is the major requirement, firearms should be used which can provide destructive power at least 100% in excess of that thought to be necessary, and ranges should be half that considered practical for the weapon. All of that is

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

"You, of all people, because I will never have to worry where your allegiance lies, little fox. You will never be accepted into any society I don't control. As for why I need an assassin...because armies, knights, personal guards...they are all known. They are political. They are useful in their own way. But you...you can be useful where they cannot be. In shadows, as a bed partner to my enemies. Men tend to think with their...nether parts. It wouldn't be so hard to seduce someone and slit their throat." Cassidy felt ill at his words. They were true about where her allegiance would ultimately lie. "You can't expect me to sleep with your enemies, and then murder them." "Why not? You're a beau

(Ian POV) "Ian I'm carrying our next task," Luffer said waving an envelope. Ever since I left home I have been picked up by a group and trained to kill. Just three years later I became independent and formed a group, we were the Red Assassins! I kill for money, and I’ve knocked down a lot. You only need one thing to keep from feeling guilty. Do not identify the target, except for the face, name, and place he is going to. Knock it down immediately before you change your mind.

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.

No, they were talking about some document and my father seems to have known them. "Yes I do kill for money and trust me it's not a nice job to do. The smell of blood is not a pleasant smell". He said with a chuckle. I don't know why but I also wanted to know how blood smells like. I wanted to know how a person screams like when they are in pain. And only five people came across my mind, my parents murderers!. "How—how do you become an assassin?". I asked curiously. "I attended an assassination school for five years". He replied and I nodded.

"Nice to meet you, Gabriel." He released the strand, and when he took a step, I almost whined. I found it annoying how my body was already craving his presence. "Come on," He started walking to the door, and I was staring at his ass as he did. "You have a job to start." I took my eyes off his ass and sighed. He was right. But was I ready for it? I would have to find out.

It had been two years since then. She knew to get in she would need the skills to sneak in and out without notice. She hadn’t gained that skill in the forest so she needed to learn it. She had them started to take on assassination jobs to gain this skill. Doing this had gotten the attention of Wolferan and had since been forced to run from him. Although she had become well known for silent assassinations she still was lacking in the skill. She needed to be better to get into the castle to kill the king.