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)

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.

I decided then and there to kill her father tonight. I would be killing two birds with a single stone: take down a target and gain semblance of order in my chaotic head. I didn't call a ride. I didn't need a digital trail on some company's server. I walked two blocks over to a dark parking garage and spotted a silver sedan, the most common car in the city. It was a ghost. No one looks twice at a silver sedan. I ditched the sedan in a muddy alleyway three blocks from the estate, wiped my prints, and slipped through the security blind-spot I'd rigged on my first day. I was back inside before the engine of the stolen car had even cooled.

“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.

The newcomer wore a metallic mask, and his presence was suffused with an aura of death that was nearly tangible. No one dared meet his gaze. It was as though death itself had arrived. He was like a natural-born assassin. He was powerful and terrifying. “Allow me to introduce him. The top assassin from Death Hall and the number one assassin in the world, Jonah Todd!” Lord Barbenheim said with a faint smile. “His track record speaks for itself. He has had over a hundred missions, all against elite targets, and not a single failure. He has even slain a Transcendent Martial King!”

Shattering Lion shut his mouth immediately after, sealing the assassin’s jaw tight to prevent him from gagging. The assassin struggled for a few minutes until he finally went limb. His eyes lost their focus, but he was still alive. Seeing that everything was ready, Galbraith began to question his prisoner. “Who are you?” “I am Number 45.” “Who do you serve?” “I serve the 3rd Genitor.” “How old are you?” “I do not remember.” “It seems he is really under control,” Shattering Lion rubbed his chin with a fascinated expression on his face. “Yeah,” Galbraith nodded, pleased by what he was seeing; however, these were not the questions he wanted to ask. There was only one question he needed an answe

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.