Novels About Assassins Novels & Stories

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

Inside, a circle of assassins awaited me, their faces grim, weapons drawn. Good. Finally, something to distract me from the dread that threatened to consume me. I needed to kill. The first assassin came at me with a pair of wickedly sharp daggers. I met his attack head-on, grabbing him and snapping his neck with a brutal, efficient twist. He dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. The second fool thought he could gain the upper hand by dropping from the balcony above. Fool. I snatched him out of the air, my fingers closing around his throat. With a snarl, I smashed him against the marble floor until his skull burst open like an overripe fruit.

“Every man bleeds. Every man dies. Including this Knight.” Barbie’s nails dug crescents into her palms beneath the table. The pain kept her rooted in the moment, “So why?” she pressed. “Why go after him if you don’t even know who he is?” Her uncle leaned forward, steepling his fingers, his grin spreading wide. His teeth were sharp, his eyes hungrier than any wolf. “Because if the rumors are even a little bit true, then assassinating him will be your most challenging task yet.” Barbara couldn’t believe her ears.

He paved the way for me to become the most feared, emotionless, silent, and deadliest assassin and master torturer to have ever existed. I’m not proud of the direction my life took, but I only accepted a contract for the true monsters that go bump in the night. The leaders of the criminal empires, drug lords, sex traffickers, gang leaders, terrorist leaders, weapons dealers. The kind of people who are untouchable by government and state agencies because of the law. The ones that have too much money and buy off anyone and everyone to remain untouchable. Those who leave no witnesses. I was the person they looked over their shoulders for, the person they feared. I took down entire organizations

Bullets shattered windows and chewed into the walls. “Assassins!” Isla yelled, returning fire. I fired back, heart racing. Vex had sent killers from his sickbed. Even wounded, he was still trying to end me. One of the assassins went down from our return fire. The other two kept shooting as they revved their engines, trying to make a fast escape. I stood up fully, reckless with rage and grief, and emptied my clip at them. One bike swerved wildly and crashed. The last rider disappeared into the night.

Isabella didn't wait to confirm her kill, quickly ducking behind a washing machine for cover. She heard shouts, more footsteps, and doors being kicked open. The other assassins ran towards the laundry room, pausing in shock at the sight of their fallen comrade. Isabella took advantage of their shock and fired another shot from her hideout, hitting another one accurately in the neck. As the second victim fell, two of the assassins lifted their rifles and opened fire on her position, but their leader quickly stopped them. “Are you out of your bloody minds?” He barked savagely. “That's the bloody target…take cover now!”

He let his head rest on the couch and closed his eyes. Without warning, he felt a cold metal pressed on his neck. He gasped and opened his eyes but made no sudden move. He knew what meatal could mean and he was right. A stiletto blade was pressed against his neck. He knew that blade to be the choice of assassins since medieval times. He also knew Tikhon’s assassins never used any blade, they preferred guns, then who the hell came to kill him? “Get up!” commanded the assassin. Yoshiro was extremely careful. One wrong move and that stiletto could pierce his skin like a hot knife in butter. He stood up and three people stood before him with the fourth one pointing the blade at his neck.

He looked at Dustin mockingly, as if to say that he had plenty of ways to kill Dustin. Dustin was expressionless as he walked forward. He looked at Arthur. Arthur was not cowed by this. He stood his ground and snickered. There were countless assassins standing before him, anyway. “Kill him!” There were even more assassins than before, and they all rushed toward Dustin. These assassins were much more careful. They used all kinds of tricks that they had up their sleeves, including poison, hidden weapons, and heated weapons. They used all the means they had in their power so that they could kill Dustin.

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

Because the light was too weak, she couldn't see the fresh blood smeared all over the girl's body, only was surprised and shouted: “Shelly... ah!" Nurse Rose stared in disbelief at her stomach, which had just been pierced by a screwdriver and fell to the floor. The children around her were not surprised to see her suddenly fall down, but found a familiar figure entering. Shelly stomped her muddy feet on the nanny rose, smiling at them. The angelic smile at this moment was bloodthirsty like a devil, and his eyes were red like hell fire. "Asian! Asian! Asian!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------