Senior Assassin Generator Novels & Stories

Some secrets will get you killed. Without a single warning, Elder Jabari tilts his stone cup back, drains it in one gulp, and snaps his wrist. The heavy goblet flies through the air like a bullet, aimed straight at my face. Amara and Vivian turn white as ghosts. The attack is too fast to see, completely lethal. Elder Jabari used to be the head assassin for the international werewolf military forces. His throw is meant to kill. If that heavy stone hits my skull, my head will split open.

Third POV " Oh , it's because privacy is very important for assassins. They can't disclose their identities to anyone. But believe me, my captains are talented in every field," Brendon replied sarcastically. " Proceed with your introduction quickly," Brendon says and the next one gets up. " I'm an assassin too, I'm called a blood hunter." Another female captain, she was brunette with a slim figure, the trained body of assassins for escaping and running away. " I'm a Sniper, my codename is Blossom."

I didn't step; I launched. It was a violent hydraulic release. My shins flared with white heat as the bone-density shift absorbed the impact of a twenty-foot leap. The ultraviolet sensor lines at the corridor’s midpoint flashed a jagged, angry red, but I was already a silver-violet blur clearing the detection zone. The predictive AI was calibrated for a Tier 1 Moore assassin—a master of momentum and gravity. It wasn't ready for a biological anomaly that ignored the laws of friction. "Elena—wait!"

Seeing how confident Gerald was, Master Ghost simply said, “…Well, I’ll trust your judgment since you sound so sure about this…” “I’m glad. Speaking of which, while fighting that cultivator, I came across another assassin who tried to kill me in the process. With how strong he was, I feel that he could’ve been a ranked assassin on the assassin list. Call it a hunch, but I have a feeling that only Kai would think of something like this,” replied Gerald. “A high-ranking assassin? Where’s his body, brother Gerald? I’ve investigated over fifty assassins on the assassin list, so I can recognize most of them pretty well!” exclaimed Aiden who suddenly appeared much more excited than before.

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

ATK-650 STR-217 DEF-500 DEX-100 Speed-69 AGI-69 Mana-300 INT-60 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Stealth(Disaster) Advanced Vision Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Ambush(Unique) Capture(Mystic) Humanoid Form(Lost Magic) Aura of Fire(Unique) Shadow Blink(Unique)] Well, well, well, I guess the assassin of our team has been found. Your genes are predisposed to assassination, my god! It seems impossible to say no to that after seeing your skillset and stats, so I'd like to know if anyone has any objections.

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

A Short Story Before Continuation A Quickie With An Assasin Billionaire Blurb=> Trained from birth to be a lethal assassin, The youngest billionaire in the city, Jared living a double life as a charming zillionaire business mogul and genetically an underworld heir to the most feared (assasin) family is dispatched on his inaugural mission by his father to eliminate Olivia, the heiress of a powerful empire. But when a miscalculated risk embedded in a twist of fate brings them together, their initial confrontation, a quick sexual intercourse ignites an unexpected spark.

Jack reported. Brianna checked the scent of the tea then stared at it again after. "B, I am sorry to say Charles Anderson's mission was to raise the best assassin to take Leandro Michaelson down. A target they have been trying to take down but has failed until now," Jack stated with shortened breathing. Brianna could hear Jack drinking water. He must have taken his meds to calm his emotions.

We don’t have many elderly in the world outside of the Pack; most people are lucky to make it to adulthood, never mind get grey hairs. “You mean me?” I ask him, I can’t keep the joking tone at bay; I’m not where I’m supposed to be. I’m an assassin; I go where I’m needed and move on when I’m done. Gideon asked for my help and because of the kids, I’m happy to give it but once the kids are safe and the Pack is still standing, I plan on moving on.