Secret Assassin Novels & Stories

"That Was Close" “Sir, excuse me! The deep voice startled me, echoing through the dark hallway. I stopped dead in my tracks, my breath hitching. Slowly, I turned around and saw the Chief Security Officer of the company standing a few feet away. His torchlight pointed at the floor where my wallet lay, the brown leather gleaming faintly. My heart thumped painfully in my chest. This wasn’t good. Not good at all. Is that your wallet that just fell off?”

Everyone were in the state of puzzled and curious, when the heard that Sasu were clearing his throat. Naturally as this were going on, no one were stopping and stand still, they all still have their own personal duty, and the massacre of the Yulga Family still continues, despite the comical incidents that were happening right at the moment. “This Sasu, Secret Service Agent, Head of the Presidential Security Personnel, Agent Number, 001…Requesting Direct communication line with Aeternum Person of Interest, Code Name…Dragon 01…”.(Sasu)

“I need to know the truth. No more secrets, Dimitri. Not from you, not from my father, not from anyone.” He hesitated, then nodded. “Alright. But if this is as bad as I think it is, you have to promise me you’ll stay calm.” Celine didn’t answer. Instead, she typed in the password Dimitri had guessed after a few attempts—Caleb’s favorite codename for his operations. The file unlocked with a soft chime, and the screen filled with rows of documents, images, and video files. The weight in the room shifted. Dimitri leaned over her shoulder, his face grim as they scrolled through the contents. Celine’s stomach churned as she opened the first document. It was a list of covert operations—assassinati

“Back then, you had the opportunity to take Secret, but you didn’t cherish it. Do you regret it now?” Blair put the pendant around Mable’s neck. “I do regret it a bit, but not for not getting Secret. I regret not cherishing you well enough.” Mable’s lips curled up, and she reopened the photo sent by Solomon. “This brooch is the identification mark of A-level subordinates of Secret. Thus, this assassin must be from Secret. There’s no way Solomon can make him talk!” An A-level assassin meant passing the most rigorous training. Their willpower was far beyond that of an ordinary person. Even if a truth serum was used, it was impossible to force him to talk.

Justin had just alighted from the bus as he takes a look at the bustling city with skyscrapers and luxury cars all around him. He had just a little Duffel bag as he didn't want to carry along many things which will remind him of his past. He walked down the street to the little apartment Desmond his best friend had rented for him. His brain kept going back to the trauma and damage he faced from the terrific break up he witnessed causing his relocation. He vowed to himself never to be kept as a secret lover or let any man break his heart. As he walked further he stumbled upon a newspaper which stated the CEO of the White Companies is in need of a Personal Assistant and interviews were going o

“But it must be done precisely. No explosions. No storms. Surgical. Silent. So when they fall… they never rise again.” Petrov nodded. “That means planting a mole inside. Deep.” Bain’s brow furrowed. “Who?” Petrov’s mouth twitched in the ghost of a cold smile. “I have someone. Assassin. Name is Spider. She’s one of my most lethal assets. Silent. Deadly. Invisible. She weaves webs they never see until they’re already trapped.” Viktor chimed in: “Pair her with the Widowmaker. Widow’s already embedded connections from Caracas to Lagos. Together, they can find Valeria’s father’s strongholds. Maps. Contacts. Supply routes. Everything.”

"My father didn't hide the data in a library, he hid the decryption sequences in my DNA, I am the Archive, and every time we... every time we were intimate, the proximity of your biometrics was the trigger they needed to start the d******d." The Cliffhanger: The bedroom door was kicked open, but it wasn't the Circle’s soldiers who burst in, it was Miller, his suit tattered and his face bruised, his gun raised not at the window, but directly at Silas’s chest. He looked at Verina, his expression a mix of pity and cold professional duty, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a remote detonator.

Layla’s arrogant expression froze. Timothy slowly straightened and faced the media cameras that had gathered without anyone noticing. His next words struck like a heavy blow. “What you are standing on is the ashes of Mr. Quinton. He was a secret agent on the hidden front. His code name was Falcon. Twenty years ago, he hid his identity and disguised himself as a cleaner to infiltrate the enemy for a top‑secret mission. Not long ago, while stealing major intelligence about an overseas force attempting to subvert our country, his identity was exposed. He fought the enemy in a desperate battle and sacrificed himself bravely. He used his life to protect our country from immeasurable losses.” Timo

The room fell into a tense silence, punctuated only by his steady breathing. Sebastian's mind whirled with the weight of the proposition that had been laid before him. The choices were dire, the consequences unimaginable. He paced the room, his thoughts consumed by the revelation that only one person, Damian, could possibly know about the dark secrets he held. A flicker of determination sparked in Sebastian's eyes as he made his decision. He walked slowly and purposefully towards his wardrobe, a hidden sanctuary that held the remnants of his sinister past. With deft fingers, he typed in a secret code, unlocking the concealed compartment within.

Mateo was surprised. “Is Ms. Gail Leroy your spy?” Gail was an assassin who had been hiding among Huntley’s men. All the Orean underground forces knew her as the Black Widow. The woman was known to be extremely cruel. Rumor had it that she was originally a prisoner on death row, waiting to be executed. Huntley was the person who had hired someone in the system to replace Gail with another female prisoner during the execution and got her released secretly.