Novel & Cerita Novels About Assassins

They had not expected danger here, in this place that was supposed to be safe. The assassins were Council loyalists, their faces hidden behind black masks, their blades coated with silver poison. They had infiltrated the stronghold through a hidden passage that the builders had missed, a crack in the mountain that led straight to the heart of the complex. They did not survive long. Elif killed two, her blade finding their throats with surgical precision. Niklas killed three, his claws tearing through flesh and bone. Kara killed the last one, her hands wrapped around his neck, her violet eyes blazing with a fury that surprised even her.

he replied, looking puzzled. "It used to be Rahma's Hotel, officer. Now it's mine," I asserted. Later on the night news, it was announced that the notorious assassin group known as the Visitantes were killed along with a local insurgent group in a gun battle with the police, the insurgents had hired the assassins to carry out a series of attacks, including the killing of senator Abu Sani.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

He looked very different from the previous timeline, where he acted like he was God’s gift to the world. When threatened, even vermin fought to survive, much less Luis. He appeared anxious as he tried to get himself out of this predicament. “It was my fault that I arrived late, but Cara has always mistreated Bianca, using her pregnancy as an excuse to do whatever she wanted. Before leaving, she even stole my communication device. I didn’t even know there was an assassination attempt!” My heart skipped a beat when he said this. I gave a bitter laugh. The communication device I had begged for had suddenly become something I had stolen.

"You can be an assassin if you're not a hitman!" "What's the difference?" I asked, having never heard of such a word. Ignacio grinned. "An assassin also kills for something in return. Most would kill for credits like a hitman but there are some who choose to kill for personal reasons or obligations. I thought it would suit you with your fight against the Parliament for liberation." I thought about it for a while. "Night Walker – The Liberal Assassin… There's a nice ring, I like it." The silence was comfortable for a while until I realised something. "Wait, how do you know what an assassin is? Even the term "hitman" was nowhere to be found in the normal archives."

The darkness provided a cloak for their sinister intentions. Camilla and Styria were engrossed in deciphering a coded message they had discovered earlier. Their focus was shattered when a sudden rustling sound reached their ears. Instinctively, they turned their heads toward the source, their senses heightened. Before they could react, the assassins emerged from the shadows, launching a surprise attack with calculated precision. Overwhelmed by the element of surprise and outnumbered, Camilla and Styria found themselves in a perilous situation. The scribes fought valiantly, using every skill they possessed to defend themselves. However, the assassins seemed to have learned from their previous

And in the blink of an eye, it happened. Four of Victor’s men, who had been standing guard, were suddenly on the ground, blood pooling around their bodies. Jane gasped, nearly choking on her breath as she realized what had just happened. Adrian wasn’t alone. Two men dressed in black, tall and deadly, had been waiting outside. They moved like shadows, quick and precise, taking down Victor’s men without a sound. The way they just killed those men smoothly told her that they weren't normal people. The realization hit her. They were… they were assassins! Jane’s legs almost gave out from under her.

What do you think is the difference between a spy from an assassin? Assassins kill for whatever reason while spies obtain information. You’d think spies are more innocent, but let me tell you, there are dirty tricks behind the curtains. We lie, we fabricate stories, and we mislead people, manipulating them in our favor. We have tricks upon our sleeves while they go for the kill. -Hira ⟡ Hira ⟡

“Three alive. Two dead.” Arun nodded once. “Interrogate the survivors.” “Yes, sir.” The man disappeared into the shadows again. Alina exhaled slowly. “That was… fast.” Arun holstered his weapon. “Professional assassins prefer quick kills.” “And when they fail?” “They usually die quickly.” She stared at the captured men being dragged away. “So this is how it starts.” “Yes.” “The war.” Arun looked across the dark river. “No.” “What do you mean?” “This was just the announcement.”

Book 5: Lethal Daddy Intro: When assassin Raven Torres was hired to eliminate billionaire Vincent Kane, she expected it to be just another job. She never expected him to be waiting for her. Chapter 1: The Hunt: The rain turned the city into a watercolor painting, all smeared lights and blurred edges. Raven Torres crouched on the rooftop of the Meridian Building, her rifle assembled and ready, raindrops beading on her black leather jacket like cain.