Sci Fi Assassin Novels & Stories

He let his head rest on the couch and closed his eyes. Without warning, he felt a cold metal pressed on his neck. He gasped and opened his eyes but made no sudden move. He knew what meatal could mean and he was right. A stiletto blade was pressed against his neck. He knew that blade to be the choice of assassins since medieval times. He also knew Tikhon’s assassins never used any blade, they preferred guns, then who the hell came to kill him? “Get up!” commanded the assassin. Yoshiro was extremely careful. One wrong move and that stiletto could pierce his skin like a hot knife in butter. He stood up and three people stood before him with the fourth one pointing the blade at his neck.

she called out. “I’m fine,” he ground out. “Stay behind me.” The assassin twisted, kicking up a spray of mud as they darted around Kai with inhuman agility. Elise barely had time to throw herself to the side before a blade sliced through the space where her throat had been. Lightning flashed—white, blinding—and for a split second she saw the assassin’s eyes. Hollow. Empty. No hesitation. No emotion. This was no scout. No spy. This was a hunter.

They saw their second-in-command, Aiden Elrod. "You would not like to mess with them. They work for Exodus and we wouldn't want to be on their bad side." The girl named El answers. "But why are you after that assassin?" El asks as the man chuckled dryly. "The black swan is our assassin." Aiden declares as the girl steps backwards stumbling down as she was shocked. "Yes and wherever he goes, she'll be nearby." The man says, eyeing the worried girl approaching him. "Are you alright?" The hacker girl asks worriedly.

absorbing the shock of the Assassin's strike. Kael provided the "Overclock," heating the Assassin's digital frame until its code began to "Loop." Elara delivered the "Absolute Zero," freezing the Assassin’s logic-gates in mid-swing. The Assassin didn't die; it Crashed. It fell to the floor of the station, a heap of flickering blue pixels that slowly dissolved into the station’s background noise. The Declaration Elara stood in the center of the Central Chamber, the eyes of a thousand species upon her. She didn't look like a refugee. She looked like a Conqueror.

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

The sound of fracturing carbon-fiber armor and snapping bone echoed through the lab as the assassin was lifted off the ground, crashing violently into a row of metal storage lockers fifty feet away. The fourth assassin panicked, discarding his heavy rifle and drawing a high-frequency vibro-blade from his hip. He lunged at Rhys’s throat, but Rhys simply raised his left arm. The vibro-blade slammed against the dense carbon-fiber plates of the moonstone wraps, emitting a shower of bright orange sparks.

His eyes weren't their usual striking gold anymore; they were a terrifying, glowing crimson, burning with the promise of absolute death. In a display of terrifying, supernatural speed, Cassian intercepted the assassin before the man's boots could fully settle on the floor. He didn't just hit the man; he pulverized him. Cassian caught the assassin by the throat mid-air, the force of his grip snapping bone instantly, and slammed him down into the marble floorboards. The wood cracked under the impact. The threat was neutralized in a matter of seconds, the second assassin dropping like a stone, completely lifeless before he even knew what had hit him.

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.

I ask without any inkling. "The much deserved Machitis, of course. Don't tell me you have never heard of the mysterious assassin who is no less than a guardian to the most of us". he states proudly. I'm frozen in my place, with shock clearly visible on my face. I'm glad the drivers focus is on the road and not on me. Sebastian had brought me to Sydney on a mission and not a business deal!

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.