Real Modern Day Assassin Novels & Stories

"On their way." "Have your computer geeks run a facial recognition on that dude?" Abel asked. "Or did he disable the CCTV cameras?" "He didn't. According to our quick findings. He is Russian. An assassin from the Gefary Clan, an assassin Creed in Russia. He is among their best, if not arguably their best. His name is Vladmir Ditri." Jenny replied. "He is a killing machine." "Victor really got prepared for me, I must say." A loud siren was heard, with a white bus heading towards them.

He puffed deeply, inhaling the menthol smoke, which buzzed against the back of his throat. Stupid motherfuckers. All of them. Especially Deyquan, ragging on his terrorist theory. Like he knew any better. Such bullshit. Seriously. A girl dead in the bathroom, drowned in a fucking sink. Who did that? Not your average psycho-serial killer. That was straight-up, hardcore assassin shit. Like stabbing someone’s brain through their eye with a pen. Or strangling them with piano wire. He should know. He played Assassin’s Creed and Call of Duty and Splinter Cell, 24-7. He’d seen all the Jason Bourne movies, too.

It’s so juvenile. “I can honestly say I’ve heard nothing about Blacktop,” I say unemotionally. Blacktop is, of course, another assassin, known for killing his victims by running them down. He either makes it look like a simple hit-and-run or sets up a patsy to take the fall. Not the most creative way to kill someone, but it does get the job done. “Well, he won’t be competing this year because he went and got himself killed,” she says in amusement.

The one person you don’t call unless you’re serious. Alessio Rossi. An assassin. An underworld ghost. No one sees him unless they need someone found… or erased. Killian and I, we didn’t get our hands dirty—we had people like Alessio for that. The call was short. I gave him a brief rundown, and we discussed his f*e, which, as usual, was steep. He preferred to do things remotely—photo, location, drop-off. But I wanted to see him. I wanted to be sure it would be done right. No room for mistakes.

*giggles* After that, I'm going to ki- "Wtf! Bro, stop smiling, it's terrifying." Relax, William, that's your brother. "SHUT UP," I demanded. I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is William Carter, and I am a 36-year-old assassin. Reaper is the codename I use. Many people have motivations for being a spy, assassin, criminal, and so on. However, I became an assassin because of my father. Third-person pov

“Thank you for helping me protect my wife. I owe all of you.” The men vow their heads in acknowledgment before they make their way to their vehicles. Maleah remains quiet on the way home, which worries me a little. I killed men in front of her. I just hope that she can move past this. The life of an Assassin isn’t an easy one.

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

“Good evening, or should I say in a dread, controlling, and menacing way, Prince of dark Symphony, Clayden.” Taunting the words towards the person that he finds to have the same standing of his very life and a mirror to consider. The prince in this universe where God Aries rules and just one of the alternate dimensions from the original and existing one, is far more than the beautiful, yet dark symphony it is playing for him. Young, handsome, and sheltered all its life as ability and very talent lies to its standing as the greatest musician. He who is noble by birth and the future of this very country where he is to rule over, yet not his destiny. Is someone who is an assassin, an in-line ki

The newcomer wore a metallic mask, and his presence was suffused with an aura of death that was nearly tangible. No one dared meet his gaze. It was as though death itself had arrived. He was like a natural-born assassin. He was powerful and terrifying. “Allow me to introduce him. The top assassin from Death Hall and the number one assassin in the world, Jonah Todd!” Lord Barbenheim said with a faint smile. “His track record speaks for itself. He has had over a hundred missions, all against elite targets, and not a single failure. He has even slain a Transcendent Martial King!”

The driver responded in a deep voice, “Okay.” Zayne closed his eyes with satisfaction. The driver in front of him was no ordinary person. Instead, he was an all-around bodyguard that Zayne had specially hired from abroad for his personal safety. This guy was an assassin who typically sought refuge in remote areas, but he would occasionally work as a bodyguard. He was almost capable of everything, and his ability to kill was even more unbeatable. Meanwhile, Zayne was a person who was on friendly terms with both the government and the underworld. He disliked fights and killings, but since his personal safety was being threatened this time, he couldn’t find a more reliable protector than the ma