Master 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

“Mercenaries, for lack of a better term. We’re highly trained, and it’s all we knew. The fighting, the killing, but at least now we get to choose who we do it for. We’ve been using our services to help right some of the imbalance that we created.” He seemed to finally be saying the things that were bubbling up inside him. The things that I kept cutting him off from saying. That, or he was trying to throw me off, use a trick to try to gain my trust and confidence. It wouldn’t work. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be a bit more specific.” “Have you heard of The Silent Assassin? He went by many names.” His head shifted so that he looked over his shoulder.

Until then my fate is sealed as hitman. The man comes into view as he exits the bathroom and goes to stand at the end of the bed where his playmate for the night awaits him. Here's my chance, a nice clean shot. With one tug of the trigger and my untraceable bullet entered through the right side of his skull and out the left leaving his limp body falling on the hysterical and scared sh*tless young lady wearing nothing but red lingerie. She was screaming to the top of her lungs with fear and confusion closing in on her.

We were a total of thirty-one assassins including the master - that's what he called himself - we were more than that in the beginning but with time, a lot gave up or were killed during operations and that's saying something about the rest of us that we were really good. My life was on a schedule that was directed by the master. He wasn't against relationships between mates as long as it didn't affect the job we were assigned to and that was why I allowed myself to become a close partner with Audrey. I wouldn't call us friends, I was reputed to be a cold-hearted being with no emotions so how could I have friends? I cared for her and she was the only thing I allowed myself to indulge on till

VICTOR Thoughts of revenge consumed my mind, the weight of the word lingering in my thoughts. I stood by the window, the sunlight streaming through the open blinds and drapes, unable to hide any longer. It was clear now that Franco Massimo had been the assassin all along, perhaps defying his father's wishes to take over the family business. Or maybe it was all part of a larger scheme, with Franco being directed by Dante from the shadows. The truth remained elusive, lost forever.

He smiled and said calmly, “We’re on the same boat now. You don’t need to be so nervous. Let’s chat.” “We’ve got nothing to say to you,” A twenty-seven or twenty-eight-year-old man replied. There was paint smudged on his face, so his exact appearance was not visible. When James was making the human mask, he had already called May and asked for some information about the top-ranked assassins. He glanced at the man who replied, and through the way he was dressed, James recognized him. His real name was unknown, and his codename was Midnight Wind. He was an SSS-ranked assassin, number five on the assassin leaderboard, and was incredibly strong.

”Have you not figured out that as long as your mouth is running it is putting us in danger. “Why does everyone seem to want me dead.” “I’d guess two reasons.” “What?” “One, you’re annoying. That’d be my main reason for killing you. Two,” He lifted two fingers over his shoulder as he pulled her down behind a bush with him. “I’d suspect that for some reason the Demon Master wants your tail. And because you are a direct line to the King of Assassins.” “That’s three.” “That’s what I said.” Rhyers remarked over his shoulder.

"Who the hell sent you after Lucas?" Amelia’s voice remained level, her gaze sharp. “You know we never reveal our client's identity," the assassin muttered, a wry, almost defeated smile twisting his lips. He'd accepted his fate, escape was impossible. What rotten luck, he thought, to fall into the hands of the notorious Hawk. Hawk wasn't just a master of toxins; her skills in combat were equally ruthless. Amelia gave a cold, confident smile. "Trust me. You'll be begging to confess before I'm done."

Bryson had actually knocked out a grandmaster! Kayson awakened the assassin and used the Sound Hypnosis technique to interrogate him.

Leading the expert killers was one that stood the tallest and broadest, yet so agile that the others could not possibly win the battle without him. "we have exactly 2 minutes to gain access to the vault, and a further 2 minutes to get hold of the prize" shifted one of the men. Yet this did not increase any pressure on the leader, he swiftly marked his sword against the neck of his next target and sent him flying across the hall. Blood splattered against the bare walls creating a collage evidencing the massacre. The mission was a success, the prize was in the hands of machitis, the name given to him which meant warrior. He checked the documents which would bring the end of Dimitri, the head o