Sci Fi Assassin Novels & Stories

“They waited for the toast.” Raven leaned up just enough to scan the mezzanine. The assassin was there, not a Corsetti foot soldier but a professional. Compact frame, matte-black rifle, the movement too clean, too sure. She took aim and fired before he could reset. The bullet caught his shoulder, spinning him backward into the glass railing. He fell without a sound. Another shot cracked the far window, Viktor flinched as a bullet grazed his arm. “There’s more than two!”

I furrowed my brows at him. “I meant, good that he wasn’t your boyfriend…not that he was a fucking moron that got himself killed.” I tilted my head at him. He ran a hand through his hair. He looked nervous. “Please disregard what I just said.” I scoffed. “Yeah, sure.” “Good.” He let out a breath. “How many people have you taken out?” Most assassins didn’t keep count; after the first few years, they all blended together. But I knew the exact number of people I had taken out for the last decade. “Three hundred and fifty-seven.”

His hands hovered over the screen of the phone as he spent some minutes rethinking his decision to call the man, Gabriel. Gabriel Rossi was an assassin, a highly skilled one at that, who had worked for Marco in the past. Through Marco’s diggings into Alessa, he discovered Alessa and Gabriel were in a foster home together, and they also worked together if that is what you would call it on a hit.

“Nina?” “An ancient assassin, she was killed based on Ryker’s orders after a trick that we pulled on her after she had lost her mind to her revenge. Regardless of the training that she once got, seeing Ryker in front of her almost every day made her lose her senses in wanting to get him killed regardless of the cost, and that would have cost my or Ezio’s lives” I said, explaining the situation. "And you chose your lives over hers?” She asked. I looked down at my feet before nodding.

She could not even recognize these people, but they seemed to know her. "I wasn't sure it was you at first glance today because it was dark when I met you years ago, but the more I look at you, I can tell, it wan no other than you, the famous Big B in the world of Assassins." The guy answered with hatred but with self-control as well. "Why would you want me alive then? Do you want to cut me with your bare hands? Or your blade legs?" Brianna was provoking him intentionally. She had already noticed Tatum was conscious even in his position, laying flat down on the ground.

"They made the cure for you, too. These are the assassins trained to hunt the unwritten. Their blood is made of lead and virus. One scratch from those needles, and your fire will turn into ash. Your story will be deleted forever." The twelve assassins leaped from the roofs, landing in a perfect circle around Rowan and me. They didn't snarl. They didn't breathe. They just raised their green needles, and the red lines on their masks began to pulse in sync with my heartbeat. Damon leaned back against the door, his silent smile widening as he watched his secret weapon close in. He hadn't just brought a knife to a gunfight; he had brought an eraser to a drawing. I raised my spear of light, but th

“Welcome to my world. The Assassin Revealed The press conference was broadcasted live, drawing massive attention. Security was tight, but Fiona knew one thing: The assassin would come. And they did. As she spoke to the crowd, Fiona felt it—a presence. A shadow moving through the sea of reporters. Then—a glint of metal. A gun. Fiona’s heart pounded, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she whispered into the microphone, “I see you.” Chaos erupted. Security rushed in. The assassin tried to flee—but Thalassa tackled them to the ground. A struggle. A gunshot rang out. Then—silence. Thalassa stood, breathing hard. The assassin lay pinned beneath her, disarmed and defeated. Fiona stepped forward, stari

But the assassin's weapon was wavering, her tactical focus momentarily broken by the flood of new, contradictory information. ​ ​The assassin's head tilted, assessing the information. ​With a curse of frustration, the assassin turned on her heel. "If this is a lie, Xavier, I will be back for you both." ​ In a final, terrifying move, she detonated a small smoke canister, plunging the room into darkness. When the smoke cleared, she was gone, leaving only the shattered wall and the ringing silence. ​Xavier was at Alessia's side in an instant, pulling her into his massive, shaking embrace.

He bit his bottom lip, lowering his arms to his sides and glancing towards his palms before asking, "What is it? Y-You...you don't like what you see?" Nate had not spoken yet, gulping when he saw Dante's fingers drop the knife beside him and reach for the next button on his dress shirt. When Nate realized what he was doing, he instinctively leaned downwards, his mind completely pushing away the assassin murderous rumours and all the threats Dante had mentioned, instead reaching for his hands and stopping him from continuing down the placket. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nate pushed his hands away, closing the other buttons as well and hiding the chain back into his shirt.