Senior Assassin Generator Novels & Stories

” ”PROFESSOR TAN, THAT IS ENOUGH! The whole room gets swallowed up in silence along with Doctor Reginald Estrellas’ aura of ferocity. Even Professor Johnny almost fell off his chair. ”We will not waste time with your sermons! You speak once about your latest complaint and then you can step out of this hall as soon as you are done!” ++++++++++ “So the assassin is freelance?” ”Yep, not even part of his Elite Team. This one is one of those for hire bastards that were once part of a shitty pirate squad up in the Maldives area. Fucking overpriced if you ask me.”

(Sasu) Hearing their master shouted his order, whilst in pain, all 26 of the Spider Assassin’s jumps into action. At the same time, Aeternum Side also started to move into action, the first one to fall is the assassin that brave enough or so foolish enough to jump before, Sasu, and he accept the assassin rather stupid attempts with a shot straight at the Assassin forehead killing him instantly. That was the first criminal down. “We ARE The SPi......”.(Dead Assassin)

She places the call on speakerphone and we all wait when the click signals whoever it is has answered. “Hello Teagan, how can I help you?” My eyes go wide and I feel excited. I look at momma and she winks at me with a shit-eating grin on her face. “Hello Alessa. I need you help.” She says and I become giddy. The Mother’s Revenge are assassins and helped us get Rebel back. The Mother’s Revenge are fucking legends in both my world and the world of the MC.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

These rich people could put cameras anywhere. When I didn’t find anyone, I pulled out my burner phone and saw a text from Silas “Change of plans. Take out Raina’s father, Robert Cole. Soon. Gather the information we need from Raina, then take her out next." Raina’s father? Family kills were always messy and too much to clean up. It was sudden, but orders were orders and I didn’t get paid to ask questions. Slip something in his drink, it would appear as a heart attack and, for someone his age, it would be believable.

“The entire guild only has about fifty active assassins. That’s after years of recruitment and training.” “I trust you know everyone’s names to have a list delivered to my office by the end of the day.” Lucas responded, dismissing Alistair with a tilt of his head. Alistair nodded, gathering up the chairs and making his way to his car. Lucas gently grabbed my elbow, stopping me, when I went to follow my old leader. “We should talk.” His voice commanding, rather than suggestive. “Your warriors are in good hands. I assure you. I’ve never failed on assignment. Well not til you anyway.” I pressed my lips into a thin line.

“But if he doesn’t say anything, we cannot make a complaint to them. Someone of his skill is most likely directly underneath the command of a Genitor. There is no way that he would talk.” Galbraith nodded his head in assent. The Gatekeeper was right. The assassin was indeed too skilled to be beneath anyone but a Genitor. Although he was weaker than Shattering Lion, this assassin was so skilled that Galbraith was sure that if he was the target, while he wouldn’t die, he would have been grievously wounded at the very least. “It’s a good thing that Kylie had a False life,” Galbraith thought silently, shuddering at the thought of what would have happened if she didn’t.

Not blown open, but knocked off its hinges by sheer brute force. Three pureblood assassins stood in the doorway, their figures appearing exceptionally tall against the shattered frame. They didn't attack immediately, but stood there, their eyes coldly assessing the people in the room like those of prey. They smelled the human fear emanating from Catherine and Ben Carter, and the strong, threatening alpha pheromones emanating from Jack. "Target confirmed," the lead assassin whispered, his voice hoarse, as if his throat were filled with shards of glass. "A bastard of the Progenitor bloodline. The Council wants you alive."

It’s my family’s legacy and I’m proud to be a part of it, it’s not exactly traditional but it works for us. I’m fifth generation assassin on my father’s side. It began with Great, Great Grandpa Grigore Istrati, or G4 as I jokingly refer to him. We’re told it began as him being hired by royals and other aristocrats to off blood relatives so they could move up the succession ladder. He was poor, and when he realised how much he could make and how good he was, he just kept going with it. When Great Grandpa Costin was born he wanted to take after his father, and then he passed it on to Grandpa Titus, then my dad Silas and now me.

Instead of calling it quits, he shouted about rushing in to finish off a few more. "There's no need for that." Carl coldly glanced at him. "Their dead bodies will be brought over shortly." "Huh?" Damon hesitated, doubtful. But soon, as he watched the tokens gathered by the Walkers' guards, his jaws dropped. Well, it seemed like Carl not only had great combat skills but also was quite the strategist. Damon had roughly counted. There were over 140 assassins. Carl managed to collect tokens from nearly all of them, letting only a few go.