Senior Assassin Generator Novels & Stories

He screamed as Hunter plunged the dagger into his ass and yanked it out before thrusting it back inside, the blade ripped his insides and blood oozed out while he screamed in agony. The disturbing sight was satisfying for Silvia as she watched the whole ordeal. Not even blinking once. Hunter wasn't satisfied though. He turned Armando around and slashed his torso. The cut wasn't too deep to kill him but enough to cause him pain as he wheezed. Blood and saliva dripped from his lips. "You won't be needing this," Hunter said sinisterly like a deranged man, and the next moment he cut off Armando's manhood as the flesh lay limply on the floor and he screamed in horror grabbing her crotch in disbel

He tries to brush it off, thinking he's just being paranoid, but the feeling persists. He slows down his movements and looks around the room, trying to spot any signs of intrusion. But there's nothing out of the ordinary. Just as he's about to resume his activities, his phone beeps with a message. He fishes it out of his pocket while still inside the woman and sees a message from one of his associates. His heart sinks as he reads the message. "Terminator is coming for you." He's heard of the infamous assassin before but had never thought he would be a target. He tries to push the woman off him and get dressed, but before he can even get up, the door to the room bursts open, and a figure dres

He said like some chaotic deranged bastard. "First of all, I'm no bitch, I'm a fucking assassin. Secondly," I responded while opening his mouth "I pay with the blood of others not mine" and with that, I cocked the gun, realizing the bullet down his throat. I peeled his blood off my face and licked it. I could feel his gagging on my gun in fear before I pulled the trigger. Bunch of freaks.

"I've decided to hire new assassins to kill Eileen Fall and Wilbur Penn." "Sir, the Riverbank Blossoms went all out, and they still failed. I think killing him isn't as easy as it seems," said the hunky bloke. The elder smiled. "That's nothing to be worried about. We've got all the elites in the world. As long as we have the money. Hell, even getting a Super Sanctuary level assassin wouldn't be an issue." The large guy fell silent once again, and the trendy man gamed away. "Thoughts? Are you with or against this?" The senior looked at both men.

“Back then, you had the opportunity to take Secret, but you didn’t cherish it. Do you regret it now?” Blair put the pendant around Mable’s neck. “I do regret it a bit, but not for not getting Secret. I regret not cherishing you well enough.” Mable’s lips curled up, and she reopened the photo sent by Solomon. “This brooch is the identification mark of A-level subordinates of Secret. Thus, this assassin must be from Secret. There’s no way Solomon can make him talk!” An A-level assassin meant passing the most rigorous training. Their willpower was far beyond that of an ordinary person. Even if a truth serum was used, it was impossible to force him to talk.

The albino hitwoman enjoyed seeing the fear in President Chang’s eyes. “I used to be a race car driver, believe it or not. I later became an assassin after a mob enforcer approached me and told me that the killing business paid well. For me, killing carried the same exhilaration as driving a race car at 200 miles per hour. I was a single mother too, so the money helped me support my son.” Jenatrix paused for a second, licking her full red lips. “My son is tall and handsome now, and he’s an assassin, just like his mama. He’s a muscular Adonis too, which gets him a lot of girlfriends. But I try to keep him away from the gold-digging bitches that only want his money. He’s only twenty-two years

I shouted and pushed him back as I got to my feet, “You ruined them and as further torture you made Nok their caretaker. They’re down at the barrier struggling to survive and fight because you decided they were better used as tools to shame Nok rather than-” “Ashai,” he was still smiling like I was the one overreacting, “There have been many cases where I’ve been told I needed to be more cruel with my punishments and this was one of those times. Assassins, that’s what they were. A group of ten assassins that were all barely two centuries old. The youngest of them was just a few years older than Garmesh is now. I am fine with people uniting against me. I have every right to be labeled a monst

"You have to give me more than just that sentence, Rocco." "When you get a kill order, you look up your target." He tells me, "Notice, those red dots? Those are all targets, they're ranked from high risk to low risk as well as importance based on colour, the colour code is in a different order, you can have a look later." I nod, "Okay, and how do I get assassins? I mean, how did my father get them?"

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

"You can be an assassin if you're not a hitman!" "What's the difference?" I asked, having never heard of such a word. Ignacio grinned. "An assassin also kills for something in return. Most would kill for credits like a hitman but there are some who choose to kill for personal reasons or obligations. I thought it would suit you with your fight against the Parliament for liberation." I thought about it for a while. "Night Walker – The Liberal Assassin… There's a nice ring, I like it." The silence was comfortable for a while until I realised something. "Wait, how do you know what an assassin is? Even the term "hitman" was nowhere to be found in the normal archives."