Sci Fi Assassin Novels & Stories

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?”

“Then I guess we better give him what he wants. Rogue, take out the needles.” Rogue gives me a knowing smile before he opens up a satchel and removes several six-inch needles. The needles look like knitting needles, but instead of hooks at the end, they’re sharp and extremely painful. Rogue was the first Assassin that I brought on when I became the South American Board Director. The first thing I taught Rogue was how to use the needles for the purpose of torture. I use the needles to dig them into vital organs, which causes slow, excruciating pain to run through my victim’s nervous systems. It’s a very painful way to die. Rogue prefers to use a gun, but I enjoy my needles.

“Hold the line! Do not scatter!” Saraphina moved like a flame unbound. Each strike was swift, deliberate, not wild. But even as bodies fell, more shadows pressed in through the doors and windows. The assassins were many. Too many. She caught a glimpse of their eyes through the masks — cold, lifeless, bound to orders without question. These were not thieves or mercenaries. They were the council’s sharpened hand. One assassin slipped past the fray, blade arcing for her throat. She ducked, the steel grazing her hood, and drove her knee into his gut before slashing him down. Another came from behind, and Lucian’s sword cleaved him away before he touched her.

He reached the primary vent and pulled a small, silver canister from his belt. Suddenly, a voice echoed through the metal duct. "You really shouldn't have used a Moretti-coded thumbprint, Kaelen. It was a bit... nostalgic." The assassin froze. The voice wasn't coming from a guard. It was coming from the small, internal speaker of his own high-tech HUD. [POV: SABIZINA] Inside the medical suite, Sabizina was leaning against the headboard, a tablet she had demanded from a reluctant Rage balanced on her lap. Her eyes were glowing with a predatory fire.

“This is a declaration.” Yuri added quietly, “And not from Azrael. Someone else.” Devin stared at the monitor. Because of the man on screen? Had a scar under his left eye. And Devin had seen that scar before. “His name is Koji,” Devin whispered. “He was the first assassin the labs ever sent after me. He failed once. He won’t miss next time.” Soo-ah rubbed his temple. “Why are all your problems showing up in my room?” Devin gave a half-smile. “Because I never had one.”

Only then would I find true peace. After all, what could possibly be that hard about it? From what Shawn had revealed last night before passing out, this assassin was a legendary professional who used a high-caliber sniper rifle for his missions. The man could sit from a comfortable, mile-long distance on a rooftop and effortlessly gun Elara down in broad daylight, and no one would ever suspect a thing! I hissed. Let me see how that bitch’s precious tech knowledge and cybersecurity empire would save her from a bullet tearing through her skull.

It was as if I were looking for a needle in a haystack. If Silent Assassin weren’t an enemy of the law I would have applauded him for his bravery and for having such skills. He was very slippery just like an eel. And all of his victims are people who are hugely plagued by society. He is like Robinhood in modern times. It’s just that Robinhood stole from the rich and gave to the poor while silent Assassin kills the rich people who are plagues of society and bullies the people who are helpless because of their low status or don't have money. He will be good police if only he is not an assassin.

” ”PROFESSOR TAN, THAT IS ENOUGH! The whole room gets swallowed up in silence along with Doctor Reginald Estrellas’ aura of ferocity. Even Professor Johnny almost fell off his chair. ”We will not waste time with your sermons! You speak once about your latest complaint and then you can step out of this hall as soon as you are done!” ++++++++++ “So the assassin is freelance?” ”Yep, not even part of his Elite Team. This one is one of those for hire bastards that were once part of a shitty pirate squad up in the Maldives area. Fucking overpriced if you ask me.”

He was turned into a weak, limp marionette, dangling from Zayn’s hand. Zayn nonchalantly tossed him to the ground and looked down at him from above. He then asked, “Which club do you belong to?” The lead assassin’s pupils constricted from shock once again upon hearing Zayn’s query. “Who… Who are you?” the assassin stuttered. “Let me guess, you’re from the Order of the Solar Temple?” Zayn asked. The assassins had auras very similar to Shaun Shapiro. The lead assassin’s pupils constricted from even more, apparently confirming that Zayn was right.

Ellaine looked beside her and for a moment, she was distracted. Keisha lodges herself forward and kicks her in the face. "Fuck!" she screamed loudly, dropping the gun on the driver's side. Ellaine pushed the corpse away to try and get her gun back but Keisha would not allow it. "By now you probably know I'm an assassin,don't you?" Keisha asked while she was running out of breath. She kicked Ellaine in the face again, slamming her head against the front of the car. "A terrible one," Ellaine answered before grabbing Keisha's foot.