Sci Fi Assassin Novels & Stories

His eyes looked relaxed, not anything like they were seconds ago when he looked at Collin. “You as well, Invisi-boy,” Callie dramatically bowed back. “Callie!” I shrieked. My face changed ten shades of red before settling in the deepest color of it. “Invisi-boy, huh?” he laughed. “It was that or Ghost Boy,” Callie replied matter-of-factly. “Are you a ghost, by the way?” “No,” Hunter smirked, “I’m an assassin.” “Knew it.” Callie nodded. “An assassin from an alien planet coming to scope out a new world to create a new colony on, right?”

Lyra whispered urgently. "They aren't just drones," Valerius whispered, his violet eyes glowing with a terrifying clarity. "I can smell them. The Black-Sun Assassins. They’ve bypassed your static. They're already in the basement." At that exact moment, the reinforced doors at the end of the corridor twisted violently then exploded inward. Three figures stepped through the flames. Each assassin held a weapon. Dusk-Blades—weapons designed to sever the connection between a shifter and their primordial form.

Screeech! The visor shattered. The assassin shrieked as the overwhelming historical data forced his cybernetic brain to process eighty years of unedited, conflicting timelines all at once. He staggered backward, clutching his head as blue sparks erupted from his helmet seals. Kabir lunged forward, throwing his shoulder into the blinded hunter and sending him crashing out of the shattered second-story window. The assassin fell twenty feet down into the cobblestone street below, his suit short-circuiting violently upon impact.

He turned his head slowly, locking his gold-sapphire eyes onto the security camera. A Silence-Weaver detached from the shadows of the ventilation shaft. The assassin raised his rifle, the crosshairs centering on the single, pulsing gold vein now visible on the back of Leo’s neck.

Even if I assigned men to watch over her, it would prove abortive. The attackers are Crow members and I know the kinds of men and women that Blake Crow made his assassins and his assailants. They were skilled men and women and they don’t make the same mistake thrice, the third was always a success. In this case, I wouldn’t lie, I was scared for Sofia’s life, I was so scared she would eventually be killed.

“Thank you, Mr. Ettinger.” With his eyes sparkling, the Ryokan assassin groveled at Brad and bent over to pick up the money. Brad flicked his sleeve, and a gun slipped into his palm. Before the assassin knew it, the gun was pressed onto his forehead. “Mr. Ettinger, you—” The assassin grimaced in confusion, but Brad opened fire. “Bang!” The bullet tore through the assassin’s brain with a splatter of blood. He went limp to the ground, his face bearing lingering anger and bitterness.

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

How can someone who murders a person be capable of the greatest skill of all, healing? Lucien, I need to remember his name instead of just ‘the assassin’ softly knocking on the door late into the night. I sent Kyra to deal with him but even I had to admit he looked immaculate in a crisp white shirt. He was wearing one of Alexanders, but it was stretched to the max over his wider shoulders and muscles.

Lyph~ the soul which resided within the baby's body, was a notorious Killer. Killed thousands of lives, be it corrupted or innocent as it was her job. She was also a weapon smith, but only making weapons for herself, deadly kinds of weapons, many even wished for her to make theirs too, but she refused nonetheless.

Pick the black guy, Percy said to the guy by the screen stopping his movement again. The assassin in question was a very dark man with skin like coffee, and eyes that matches his skin with piercing cheeks bones, and hollow cheeks, his stare intense and deadly. His nickname 'Blade' thirty-six, been with the agency for eight years, has a rank of gamma with six hunts, and slices through his victims before they could see his blade coming, he is fast and calculating. The next Assassin picked was called Lighting a young very beautiful curvaceous woman with fiery beach blonde tresses floating down her back, parted at the center with pale liquid blue eyes that looked to have sparkles in them with a