Real Modern Day Assassin Novels & Stories

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

“Tsk. What’s so great about that person anyway.” Jay rolled his eyes and looked in Zeke's direction. “Dude, he’s like at the top of the top in the worldwide assassination board! He had already killed thousands or even millions of criminals from the moment his name was known in our world. The living legend who made all the police burn their hair off from causing havoc in that particular massacre years ago! Shit. He's every assassin's icon!" "And is that something to be proud of?" Jay was confused.

Kairo replied, holding his gun in his hands. They got in the black SUV and drove into the territory of the enemies. They got into the warehouse with dead silence. The enemies were planning the next attack. Anger was boiling in his blood. There must be thirty to forty people. He had double of them. He got out his guns in both his hands. He fired at them who were discussing the plan. He wanted to kill everyone who planned against him, against his family. His men were shooting and fighting. Surrounding, it was looking like a front line sight. Corpses and blood were falling on the filthy floor. Danil and Paul were covering his back. The warehouse was reverberating with gunshots, screams full lik

She said and I wasn't surprised. I knew she was wasn't a regular person. I knew she was up to something. I knew she knew too much for her own good. "I am a free assassin," She said and it all made sense. Free assassin never worked or belonged to a clan, they get hired to work for an important mission and after that they are discarded even if the Mission failed. They had an immortality card. "I would not kill Mason if you tell me where my child is," I said and she nodded her head slightly.

Staring at him more intently, I noticed he was at the hospital earlier today; in fact, he also interrogated me. “What are you doing here at such an ungodly hour?” he asked, despite my lack of response to the former question. "And how did you find the assassin?' his partner added and stood up. “Assassin?” I narrowed my eyebrows, confusingly—what does he mean by assassin? “Yes. This man here is an infamous assassin. He's a pro at killing his target while making it seem like an accident. I'm stunned you manage to track him down, but more overwhelmed that he's dead. Did you…”

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

I got to her in record time, glad that the car was an automatic as there was no way I would’ve been able to drive a manual transmission as well as our pressure on my stomach. “There’s been an ambush at the house. Machiavelli and his men as well as Jaime.” She didn’t give me a choice but to use my words. I’m more of a listener than a talker and in my line of work, that’s really important. I am an assassin, a fixer of situations, a ghost. I’m the one they call when things go tits up and can’t find a resolution.

He almost killed him that night and the worst part of this is that his father doesn't believe him. He step into his room and dropped his phone, he was about to step into his bathroom when his phone rang again. He step back and check the I'd then picked. "What's up Alex" he said and some indistinct words were uttered, Marcus eyes widened. "I will be there" he said and quickly have his bath. ••••• MGLOBAL LIMITED Marcus drove roughly at the driveway and he meet with the reporters asking him immediately about the post his brother made of him been the assassin behind the murder that happened some days ago. Marcus groaned.

The man who once lived for my breath was now the predator stalking it, his every movement a jagged, lethal promise of my end. We were on the open observation deck of the Spire’s flagship, suspended thousands of feet above the burning Iron Shore. The wind howled around us, tearing at my silk gown and the Sovereign tactical gear that now encased his body. Dante moved with a sickening, mechanical grace, his obsidian arm glowing a sterile, blinding white. He was "Assassin 01," a ghost with no name and no mercy.

Noel smiled gently as Lisa rolled her eyes and turned back to those that were speaking. "Let's Welcome Noel, he is the 4th Assassin in the assassins most powerful list and he just came back from a mission that took him seven years" The 2nd elder announced as everyone clapped feeling very happy. "Why do I feel like this people are plotting something against me?" Scarlett muttered while looked at those people strangely. "Are you thinking too much?" Lisa looked around but didn't find anything strange. "Maybe I'm indeed thinking too much" She muttered and continued listening.