Real Modern Day Assassin Novels & Stories

He was never meant to get attached to these assassins cause he is aware of the risk involved. " Can we move on now? " Several heads nodded. Percy clicked on his screen and the five assassins' images were displayed on the screen. The first was King, followed by Lioness, then Lightning, Tigress, and then Ruthless. Ruthless was a young assassin just like Lightning but he had recruited him earlier at the age of eighteen. The guy was already a seasoned assassin by the time he hit the age.

I paced in my cell waiting for confirmation that my order had gone out. “Marcus. Kill him.” I ordered the moment the medic confirmed someone had received my message. “Sir? Please no!” the man begged. “He will talk. There is a reason medics aren’t in the field. They can’t be trusted to keep secrets under pressure. Now, kill him.” Marcus moved toward the medic, the limited space in the cell leaving him nowhere to run. The man’s pleas were cut off in short order when my assassin ripped his throat out, wrinkling his nose in disgust as the body fell to the floor.

I DON'T NEED YOUR WEAKLING BODY TO SURVIVE). "Uhh that's not good, I really thought you were gonna die after recieving that bullet" someone suddenly said from behind the bushes. I smirked "Sorry but if you are really trying to kill me then that attempt was just too poor". "Guess I would have to try harder next time". "Sure, why don't you come out so I can see the face of my assassinator". "Of course". And Mr Assassinator came into view, I was expecting to see a young guy but I was deeply disappointed, he was an elderly man dressed in a purple robe and his skin glowed like his lotion cost a fortune.

Alssandro Leone Romano James Mathews hung up and rounded his shoulder to get rid of the fatigue he now had. He is my Vice-President, henchman, undertaker, right-arm man. Despite his age and charisma, he was an ice-berg. A cruel callous bastard. Though he looked pristine and refined to the nines he had more blood on his hands than I did. We always had hired hands but this sadistic sicko liked to get his hands dirty. He took a pussy, disposed of it. He took a dime, impenitently.

He should have seen that coming for daring to ask a question when Hades hadn’t given orders. “Now that I have everyone’s attention,” Hades stands in the middle so we can all see him—but strangely, his eyes are on me. “The assassin for this job is Viper.” Everyone stills. Blood slowly drains from Jake’s face. I drop to my knees. “Alpha Hades—” “You’ve always been curious about the killers of your parents, right?” He has a small smirk on his face as he stares at me, and I ball my hands into fists. “And you’ve always wanted to be a full member of the Nameless.”

on all my targets; I always knew where they were. He was at a late-night gala event at a private garden. I headed to my hidden weaponry stash, picking out a long-range sniper rifle and a silencer. Today, I wasn't going for a "planned accident." I was going for a direct, unbranded bullet through the skull. An hour later, I was perched on a rooftop overlooking the garden. I blended into the shadows seamlessly, finding her father through the scope. He was sitting on a stone bench with Raina’s mother, away from the crowd.

It’s a fragment of a memory from a late-night dive into the encrypted forums where the monsters of the underworld compare notes. Kirill Nikolaev. The name wasn’t in Senator Scott’s files, which means I won’t be a conflict of interest. A user on a Tor-hidden forum, using the handle Viper_77, had bragged about an assassin with a team who could vanish problems that even the cartels couldn't scrub. Someone who didn't just remove the stain, but turned the whole cloth to ash. They called him a scalpel in a world of hammers. They also said he’s absolutely deadly.

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.

it feels like this peace is too fragile, too perfect. I can’t shake the feeling that something is coming. Something bad. THIRD PERSON’S POV Back in the city, in an abandoned garage near the outskirts of town, Camille straps weapons into a black van. Ammunition clips snap into place. Beside her, a man, an assassin, in all black studies a map pinned to the van’s dashboard. Red circles. Coordinates. Timelines. “The cabin is isolated,” the assassin says without looking up. “Minimal visibility. Three exits. One unguarded. We strike soon.”

Up from above the rooftop, the assassin readied his rifle; its telescopic end pointing at the building opposite him. He bent it slightly to focus on the window of the Eighth floor. The section had multitudes gathered, all dressed in suits and gowns radiating opulence and drawing envy in the assassin. He had his eye looking at everyone and everything. A fundraising gala for law enforcement turned into a modeling arena by rich punks, how elegant—the assassin thought as he pushed in 6 bullets steadily into the rifle.