Senior Assassin Generator Novels & Stories

it feels like this peace is too fragile, too perfect. I can’t shake the feeling that something is coming. Something bad. THIRD PERSON’S POV Back in the city, in an abandoned garage near the outskirts of town, Camille straps weapons into a black van. Ammunition clips snap into place. Beside her, a man, an assassin, in all black studies a map pinned to the van’s dashboard. Red circles. Coordinates. Timelines. “The cabin is isolated,” the assassin says without looking up. “Minimal visibility. Three exits. One unguarded. We strike soon.”

I whispered as fidgeted with my fingers "Well don't look so glum I'm here to give you a second chance if your willing to take it, it's your choice" "What do you mean" "I mean you have a choice if you wanna become a hunter, here we are at the hunter institute where we recruit and train people to become hunters to defend threats to the supernatural and human community " I just stared at him as he continued "There are also hunters that are part of an elite group called assassin hunters, they are few but they are the strongest and most powerful of all the hunters , chris here is part of that group", he glanced at chris then back to me "he's a vampire with special abilities one of them being he c

The scent of fresh blood immediately stained the clean, ancient air of the sanctuary. ​But these weren't ordinary pack warriors; these were professional killers who specialized in taking down high-ranking werewolves. Three of the assassins threw small, iron canisters onto the floor, releasing a thick, choking cloud of crushed moon-fern and silver dust that began to fill the chamber, trying to blind Lysander’s heightened senses.

I asked him, folding both my hands underneath my boobs. "Hmm. Was it the king that sent you, to kill me?." "What is this, an interrogation?." I asked rolling my eyes. He shrugged his shoulders. "If you want an answer to your question, then you would have to answer mine." He said casually. Ugh. I really do want to know, how Aris.. is able to find out my identity as an assassin. Besides, Is there any need hiding my father, I'm sure Aris already knows my father sent me. But he just feels like hearing it from me.

I have been speechless all day, wondering how Gertrude figured her way out of the murder. It is now so clear that she has people working for her in every corner you turn. I had played this game before, and I lost. It's time to level the field before the times turn on me again. I am a wolf assassin, and I have been one for years. It's about time I started acting like one.

Still resting my head in his lap, I looked up at him once again, “How do you think I should do it? Black widow style, where I seduce him? Maybe poison his food or drink with silver powder? Or better yet, do it the old-fashioned way with a silver knife to the heart?” “Calm down, killer,” Rowan laughed, “we have to plan this out very carefully. We can't just rush into this, no matter how much we want to. I honestly think the best way to do it with him is the silver powder.” Sighing, as an assassin, we’re trained in all the death arts. I know of at least 100 ways to kill a man or werewolf. I loved doing it the old-fashioned way of killing them with my bare hands or just a really big and sharp s

Newborn vampires! "This is going to be fun," she thought She positioned herself on the branch, taking the black gloves in her hand, after pinpointing the locations of every active assassin in the woods. After putting on the gloves, she gripped the dagger tightly in her hand and jumped to a nearby tree towards her first target. Hearing the shuffle, the assassin glanced in her direction but didn't pay much attention. "Rookie mistakes," she chuckled

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

After spending the weekend with his parents Sebastian flew back to the USA heading straight to his penthouse and ordering a woman from the well-known, high-end escort organisation to provide the finest women to satisfy him for the night. This was Sebastian Argreste, the only multi-trillionare businessman and one of the finest assassins that the world had heard of.

Because the light was too weak, she couldn't see the fresh blood smeared all over the girl's body, only was surprised and shouted: “Shelly... ah!" Nurse Rose stared in disbelief at her stomach, which had just been pierced by a screwdriver and fell to the floor. The children around her were not surprised to see her suddenly fall down, but found a familiar figure entering. Shelly stomped her muddy feet on the nanny rose, smiling at them. The angelic smile at this moment was bloodthirsty like a devil, and his eyes were red like hell fire. "Asian! Asian! Asian!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------