Secret Assassin Novels & Stories

‘Have you ever been to this city?’ Zephyr asks me in the mind link as we fly. ‘Just once,’ I say hesitantly. It was when I was searching for the assassin, before I knew that it was her. ‘Oh,’ she says. ‘So, anything in particular I need to know about this city?’ ‘It’s smaller than the one where Tana’s penthouse is,’ I tell her. ‘So, hopefully it will be easier for us to find him?’ she asks.

Nightmares upon nightmares every time she slept. That assassin who managed to bypass every security didn't cause havoc. She distinctly remembers his name, Daimon, and he compromised his secret identity by showing her his face. Is he really there to join hands with Keisha? "I'm never going to work with that man…" she uttered in annoyance. Her phone beeped loudly and when she looked down, it was a message from her father. She clenched her jaw and her heart almost stopped upon seeing his message. It states, 'You want Shadow alive? Then kill the mafia boss.'

“I should call Ryan and have him take it on his way out,” I say while bringing out my phone. But then I stopped when I realized it’s been almost 10 minutes since I left Ryan, and he should have already left the place by now. Having no other choice, I got out of my car to go get it myself. Getting closer to our secret place, I begin to hear some funny voices. Once I’m at the door, I realize it’s a girl moaning, and I also hear slippery sounds and skin slapping against each other.

I promised to give him a job when he’s done with school and I can swear that he isn’t done yet but if he’s going to help me find those whom I need to find quickly, who am I to complain? “It is who you think it is,” Seth confirmed. “The SSS kid. I needed someone to help me with the tracking and hacking and he was the only available option. Nate is at the hospital, so his hacking skills can’t be utilized at the moment and Sienna is the waitress.” Oliver looked at me, expecting me to say something about the kid but I ignored him. Seth resumed talking. “Sienna drank the wine from the same wine glass as Angela, yet she was still conscious. That could mean only one thing; she either knows what the

I reached the private elevator, my fingers trembling as I punched in the code I’d memorized: 4-9-0-2. The doors hummed shut. The ascent felt like it took a lifetime. When the doors opened into the dim, leather-scented silence of Silas’s office, the scent of him—cedar and scotch—hit me like a physical blow. The safe was hidden behind a painting of the New York harbor—a cruel irony that made me want to scream. I swung the canvas aside, revealing the biometric keypad. I pulled the black device from my garter, the cold plastic slick with the sweat of my palms.

Elise said quietly. Selena looked at her with doubt and Elise shrugged, “ I for one don’t like Amanda at all. I guess she is also a lousy employer too.” Elise asked and the lady nodded and spoke in a gentle voice. “Actually the real truth is that, I am Melissa ,an actual spy under the commission of Secret Special Force, Amanda took my mate and blackmailed me into working for her when I tried to get him back. She set up some humans to make a sex clip with me in it and threatened to show my mate. Since then I have been her slave.” the lady said breaking into sobs.

The pieces of the puzzle began to connect, forming a comprehensive understanding of the secret society's operations, their key figures, and their insidious plans. The hidden temples had not only provided us with knowledge but had also honed our abilities to solve complex puzzles and face deadly traps. We utilized these skills to develop intricate strategies, anticipating the secret society's moves and planning our counterattacks. Our allies were crucial in this endeavor, each offering their unique expertise and resources. Among them was Agent Matthew Crawford, a skilled investigator and master of disguise. His connections within intelligence agencies and his sharp intuition proved invaluable

He turned his head slowly, locking his gold-sapphire eyes onto the security camera. A Silence-Weaver detached from the shadows of the ventilation shaft. The assassin raised his rifle, the crosshairs centering on the single, pulsing gold vein now visible on the back of Leo’s neck.

Bunker access code incoming. The international summit convened in a fortified compound on the outskirts of Geneva, neutral ground turned warren of security. Delegates from allied nations arrived under heavy guard, the air thick with suspicion. Nia, embedded as Vince's speechwriter and informal advisor, navigated the corridors with a diplomatic badge clipped to her blouse. Her heels clicked on marble floors, heart pounding as she slipped a micro-drive into her pocket—stolen from the White House servers, containing prelims on the missile's trajectory data.

Her heart sank to the bottom of the abyss. He was not an idiot. However, how much did he know? While she was lost in thought, the man’s voice broke the silence. “Say, what do you think will happen if I hand this to Secretary Summers?” Something appeared between the man’s fingers unbeknownst to her. It was a small hidden camera. After she saw what it was and thought about the footage inside, she felt her vision go black as she almost fell.