Sci Fi Assassin Novels & Stories

I challenged her. "Okay fine, I'll tell you, AS stands for Assassination Society and as you can see from the name, they are the ones who are given assignments to assassinate someone and the ones who give them these assignments are their BIG SHOT client who wants their mess to be cleaned or enemy to be killed accidentally or in natural death without them being linked to that death," the woman began to explain everything to us. And I hate challenging her since she understands what AS is and what the aim of this group is.

No, he wanted blood. He strode forward, tossing the gun aside with a clatter, and grabbed the assassin by the collar, slamming him against the altar so hard the stone cracked. The killer spat blood, tried to lift his blade but Matteo’s fist broke his wrist in one brutal twist. The knife fell. Matteo’s voice was low, lethal. “Who sent you?” The assassin laughed, choking on his own blood. “Bellini.” That one word was all Matteo needed. His fist drove into the man’s chest like a hammer, his other hand ripping the mask free. The assassin gasped, his face pale, mouth trembling with blood.

Dresses aren't my thing. I'll pick a pair of jeans or sweats before I put on a dress. Dresses make me feel exposed and uncomfortable. I'm a warrior. I don't find killing myself to look good as a priority for the fact that I don't care about finding a mate. The mate bond is ridiculous, in my opinion. Falling for someone and losing yourself in them just because the Moon Goddess paired you two is utterly pathetic. Being an assassin, I learned that loving someone only leads to hurting them or yourself. Love makes people vulnerable and weak, and I want no part of it.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

Slowly— he loosened his grip enough for the man to breathe. Luna stepped closer. Rain streamed down her face. “Who sent you?” The assassin smirked. Blood stained his teeth. “You already know.” Luna’s expression didn’t change. “Black Hollow.” “No.” The man laughed weakly. “Something much worse.” BANG. A sniper round slammed directly into the assassin’s skull. Blood exploded across the rain. Alexander released the body instantly. Dead weight hit the mud. Silence followed for half a second. Then— “SNIPER RIGHT SIDE!” Everything erupted again.

"You allied yourself with a pathetic southern mutt. And you targeted my Luna. I will ask you this exactly once before I begin breaking bones you didn't even know you had." Silas’s obsidian eyes flared with blinding crimson fire. "Who sent you? Who is the True King?" The assassin choked, his face turning a violent shade of purple, but the psychotic smile never left his bloody lips. He didn't look at Silas. He looked over Silas’s massive shoulder. Directly at me. And then, the nightmare deepened. The assassin’s faded yellow eyes widened, drinking in the sight of my midnight-blue velvet and the heavy dire-wolf cloak. He inhaled deeply through his shattered nose, his chest heaving as he caught m

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.

I just couldn't let that happen. I knew he was staring at me, trying to figure me out and possibly trying to figure out why I smelled so familiar. I couldn't just blurt it out that I had made it a lifelong mission to be trained as an assassin. That I was the specific assassin who took out his pack’s scouts that had been ordered to test the boundaries of Aurelia.

“The old one.” My breath caught. “They’re not dead,” I whispered. “No,” the assassin said. “They’re patient.” Elijah went still. “That changes everything.” A sharp sting hit my neck. Too late. Kieran’s eyes widened. “Nova!” I reached up. I felt warm liquid. A blade hovered at my throat. Close. Too close. The assassin had slipped free. His voice was calm. “End of the line, Luna.” Time slowed. I looked at Kieran. At Adrian. At Elijah.