Novels About Assassins Novels & Stories

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

He mutters urgently. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at his panicked words. “Relax, kid. No one is going to kill anyone. I’ll talk to them and ask them to back off.” Hunter relaxes his tone. “Yeah, man, thanks.” I release the call, place my phone on the console, and concentrate my eyes back on the road. I can understand why all of the men are on edge. Willem Kazik is a very dangerous man. A former Confradia Assassin who turned on the organization and killed many of our men. The asshole took a lot of intel and has made it to the top of our most-wanted list. Before Savage caught him, he was dealing with firearms, skin trade, and child trafficking. He even tried to kill Savage and Reaper’s wo

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“Hold the line! Do not scatter!” Saraphina moved like a flame unbound. Each strike was swift, deliberate, not wild. But even as bodies fell, more shadows pressed in through the doors and windows. The assassins were many. Too many. She caught a glimpse of their eyes through the masks — cold, lifeless, bound to orders without question. These were not thieves or mercenaries. They were the council’s sharpened hand. One assassin slipped past the fray, blade arcing for her throat. She ducked, the steel grazing her hood, and drove her knee into his gut before slashing him down. Another came from behind, and Lucian’s sword cleaved him away before he touched her.

The guards looked at her suspiciously but let her in. As soon as she was inside, she took out her gun and made her way to Alonso's room. The door was locked, but Heather was determined to get in. She kicked the door, and it flew open. Alonso looked up in shock as Heather walked in. "Who are you?" he demanded. Heather didn't say a word. She simply raised her gun and fired. Alonso fell to the ground, dead. Heather quickly left the building and got into her car. She drove off, feeling exhilarated.

Of average height, but lean, and handsome, with his blonde hair falling across his forehead. But his eyes. They were dead eyes. Grey blue. Hard. Piers flicked a cigarette aside, exhaled smoke. “You’re not taking her. Not tonight.” The lead assassin didn’t speak. He just moved fast. The alley erupted into violence. Muzzle flashes lit up the dusk. The assassins were precise, surgical — trained killers. One of the Don’s men dropped, a crimson arc spraying across the wall behind him. Another took a round to the thigh but didn’t fall — he lunged with a switchblade, slashing at one assassin’s neck, narrowly missing.

Assassination Society. So they are the one who had tried to kill Dum. Those bastards are the worst human beings! They will do anything for that organization to stay hidden and their dirty deeds be buried deep in the ground. The Assassination Society is not just for assassins like myself, but also for big shot people like affluent businessmen, politicians, military and police officers, and so on. They are the ones that pay us to clean up their trash. Making certain that no one in the entire globe is aware of their filthy and terrible actions.

Nonetheless, they listened and none of them made a sound. "Go on the left," Ares spoke up, nodding to the left of the door to the dining room which was closed. I nodded my head as we slowly made our way towards the door, each of us taking one side. We were waiting when the door was slowly and cautiously pushed open. Ares and I made no movements an stayed hidden beside the door. As soon as one of the men stepped in, I shot him dead with my silencer. Another one entered just after the one I killed. He was about to shoot me but I was quick to react. I quickly kicked the gun out of his hand while Ares shot him right in his forehead. He fell on the ground, dead.

“This is the only piece of truth you spoke in weeks.” He grabs her arm and glares at her. “Who are you?” he demands. “You are not an omega, are you?” Anna pushes him away and stands up. “I read books because I am an assassin and it is my job to hide myself in the midst of my victims’ social circles!” She reasons. “I merely happened to stumble upon the book in one of my many assassinations and it is the last book I read before I was blinded.” Lavi also stands up, not convinced with her logic.

Would be use as an evidence. Back then as an assassin, I always made sure I destroy every proof that I have. Every single one of them, I don't ever leave any trail or something that could stand as a weapon against me. I am always careful. There was this particular book that caught my eye, is actually the title that piqued my interest... The book title is, *The kidnapping of five kids.* This is so gross, killing people wasn't enough, he actually... Kidnapped kids! My father is a real psycho.