Sci Fi Assassin Novels & Stories

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

Deep inside the building— Hidden compartments opened. Small black drones lifted into the air. Silent. Fast. Daniel watched the security feed. “…okay that’s cool.” The blast barrier finally collapsed. The assassins stepped through. And immediately— Three drones shot down the hallway toward them. The first assassin raised his rifle— But the drones were faster. Electric pulses fired. The men dropped instantly. Unconscious. The hallway went quiet. Inside the penthouse Daniel slowly lowered the chair. “…I officially love this building.” Sebastian and Marcus arrived seconds later.

Sain ask instead of getting curious about the identity of the fourth son of Luscio Costello which is me. Yeah, everyone thought that I am a man. The only one who knew that I am a woman are those people I killed. Since I live in the shadow, I become the hidden weapon of Sintti Organization. I become the mysterious assassin who mercilessly killed my target. "Phoebus Romani's assassination was failed" "Tsk" Sain hissed. "Hand it over to Alcatraz" he immediately order.

The assassin felt a bone-crunching pain and involuntarily let go of his grip. Hunter quickly put the assassin’s gun into his pocket, rushed into the bathroom, and pushed the assassin into a stall. He closed the door and pulled out a pistol with a silencer, then held it against the assassin's head with one hand. He asked casually, "Who are you? What are you doing here?" "I..." The assassin realized that he was just an imposter who had met a real assassin. He was trembling with fear as he said, "Bro, I'm just following orders! Please don't kill me!"

Keira’s POV I didn’t bother getting dressed after rising from the chair. The assassin’s eyes danced over my naked body while he put on his clothes. It wasn’t hard for me to imagine him still driving his cock into me. As I felt my wetness gathering between my legs again, I forced myself to stop. “Bye,” the assassin said once he was fully dressed. The light suddenly caught his face as he turned, and for a moment, I saw a glint in his eyes that was very familiar. At that point, I could have sworn that I knew him somewhere.

When she opened them again, her focus was razor-sharp. “Action!” Chase thundered. The assassin appeared first—shadow slipping across the beams overhead. His boots struck metal with a resonant clang as he dropped from above. The mask obscured his face, but his laugh echoed through the set, dark and mocking. “Your time has come,” he declared, his voice low but sharp enough to carry. “You’ve meddled where you don’t belong and today, your fate will be that of meddlers” Sienna pivoted on her heel, her lips curling into a defiant smirk. “Not today. Not ever.”

The figure steps onto the stairs. He is wearing tactical gear. Black. Efficient. He holds a pistol with a silencer. He isn't looking for a lost love. He isn't looking for a runaway bride. He is hunting a target. The Assassin. Sofia’s hire. He takes a step down. Click. He raises the gun. He scans the room. He doesn't need to shout. He doesn't need to beg. He just needs to kill. I press myself against the cold stone of the sarcophagus.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

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.

*** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots. "Fix your guns!" Mrs Smith ordered and they all picked their guns and started arranging it. When they were done, they got it ready to shoot at all the fruits tied high up in front of them. "If you miss the fruit in front of you, no more mission for you!" Mrs Smith said. "Now shoot!" She commanded. They all raised their guns, aimed at the fruits and shot at the fruits at the same time. Skyler's bullet hit the wall and didn't touch his fruit.