Real Modern Day Assassin Novels & Stories

Oh no! There was no time for her to escape anymore even if she wanted to. The assassin knocked her blade off with one of his hands and effortlessly clamped Hilda's neck with his other. Obviously, the assassin was very angry. His eyes turned red as it burned with fury. The scars on his face seemed to become more frightening than before. Hilda kept thumping his arms with both her hands with all her might but to no avail. His arm didn't budge at all. Assassins in real life didn't babble much like those featured in movies. He never uttered any nonsense since the beginning and didn't waste any second of his time. He just wanted to get rid of Hilda as fast as he possibly could.

Not if I have anything to say about it. In this ghetto, life is cheap. It’s easy to find someone willing to pull the trigger for the right price. But what we need now isn’t just a gunman; we need artists of death, people who take pleasure in the kill. That’s why I’m counting on The Viper, Red, Jinx, and Blade. They aren’t just assassins—they’re maestros in the art of murder. We’ve all heard about how Alessandra’s wedding with Brandon turned into a bloodbath. Armed men stormed the ceremony, intent on taking her life. Then she ordered men to kill my son in jail, thinking he was the one who ordered the hit.

the assassin talked to Richard furiously. “I’m Richard not Bonny Hanzo, yes I’m a highly class top assassin before but I already resigned as assassin. What do you think why I shoot you right now without hesitate? You killed my allied, and now you are the one who targeted my young master huh?!” Richard replied to him. “You! that bastard! Joshua Decker was your young master? What a shame, I didn’t knew that you’ve change your profession from killer to body guard? Even you’ve change your profession your still a killer! It can’t be change! Your a killer forever Bonny Hanzo!”

The assassin felt a bone-crunching pain and involuntarily let go of his grip. Hunter quickly put the assassin’s gun into his pocket, rushed into the bathroom, and pushed the assassin into a stall. He closed the door and pulled out a pistol with a silencer, then held it against the assassin's head with one hand. He asked casually, "Who are you? What are you doing here?" "I..." The assassin realized that he was just an imposter who had met a real assassin. He was trembling with fear as he said, "Bro, I'm just following orders! Please don't kill me!"

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

“What are you so riled about?!” Zach tossed his phone to Malcolm and let him see the video. It was the video at one café inside the mall where one of the two would-be terrorists was immediately killed with a single shot to the head. “She was the sniper!” He confirmed angrily, balling his fists and slammed it on the table angrily. “That woman had led us on trying to pretend that she’s just a good shooter from all the practice she has done. I never did believe her story during those hostage incidents that had happened where she was holding a rifle.”

Meanwhile, this guy was also playing with a delicate swiss army knife in his hand, as if performing some magic tricks. His name was Rex; this guy had a nickname, Rex the Butcher. He was one of the Eighteen Generals of Regal Palace. Before Rex joined Regal Palace, he was famous in the assassin world. Although he was known as the King of Assassins, his reputation was on par with Black Caesar, the Mercenary Emperor! There was a big and sturdy man holding a Gatling gun next to him. The aiming device of that Gatling gun was pointed at that SUV moving at high speed on the ground.

The albino hitwoman enjoyed seeing the fear in President Chang’s eyes. “I used to be a race car driver, believe it or not. I later became an assassin after a mob enforcer approached me and told me that the killing business paid well. For me, killing carried the same exhilaration as driving a race car at 200 miles per hour. I was a single mother too, so the money helped me support my son.” Jenatrix paused for a second, licking her full red lips. “My son is tall and handsome now, and he’s an assassin, just like his mama. He’s a muscular Adonis too, which gets him a lot of girlfriends. But I try to keep him away from the gold-digging bitches that only want his money. He’s only twenty-two years

he chuckled. "And it's Niccolò Savellini and Christopher Morris who are against him," he stood up, walking into the kitchen to get more alcohol. "The world's best assassin and leader of the Italian mafia as well as," he walked back in the living room, holding two glasses of tequila, "the second-best fighter or should I say killer and business giant," he handed one to me and sat back down on the couch. "he won't stand a chance, principessa," my eyes slightly widened at the nickname. My eyes went back to her. "Archer can get the Russians on his side. And as far as I know, they're the most powerful in the underworld, am I right?" I nodded slightly.