The Finest Assassin Novels & Stories

Isabella said, holding her face where the slap had landed, her eyes reddened. Lorenzo chuckled, “Maybe I should tell you a little story before ending your miserable life. Alessandro Angelo is the deadliest assassin, hit man that you would ever know…ah, I guess he probably hadn’t told you his real name. I just did you the honors. Since you would be dying by my hand, this is the least I could do for you…” he flashed her a smile before he continued. “You know how good he is with the guns…the guns seem to spur on happily at his sight. Or you might wanna know how much people he has killed…millions of them!”

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

Emerald Devil was ranked 14th on the world’s assassin ranking, while Bloody Rose ranked ninth. This was no mere list of killers, but the most authentic and trustworthy assassin ranking in the world! All those on the list are the strongest and most renowned killers on the planet. Although there were only a few differences between nine and fourteen, the gap was actually quite considerable in reality. “How about counting me in?” Bloody Rose was a very sexy and voluptuous beauty, but as her name suggested, she was incredibly cruel and domineering at heart. “I want thirteen billion.” “You’re overstepping your boundaries, Bloody Rose.”

“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!” Lord Barbenheim felt very confident. “Dustin, I know your strength is remarkable, but even you should tremble before the world’s top assassin!” Jonah was a force Lord Barbenheim had spared no expense to hire. He wanted to make sure that Dustin would not survive this encounter. Jonah was the strongest assassin from Death Hall and the top assassin in the world. Lord Barbenheim was confident that Jonah could eliminate Dustin.

No one could stop them. By the time the assassins were done, the floor was littered with bodies and there was not a single surface that had not been splattered with blood. The tallest masked assassin who seemed to be the leader caught my eye. He looked like what the legends had described. He was the silent reaper. He was the leader of the others, and he opened the door and in stepped Jameson's father. Jameson's father preceded the masked assassin at his tail like a loyal servant. He proceeded towards us, each step bold and smug.

His hands hovered over the screen of the phone as he spent some minutes rethinking his decision to call the man, Gabriel. Gabriel Rossi was an assassin, a highly skilled one at that, who had worked for Marco in the past. Through Marco’s diggings into Alessa, he discovered Alessa and Gabriel were in a foster home together, and they also worked together if that is what you would call it on a hit.

Godber narrowly dodged, pushing the two attackers away and taking a few steps back to regain his footing. Carl, watching from the side, smirked as he saw Kirin and Godber being overwhelmed. He knew Yosef’s men wouldn’t be easy to handle, so he had hired top-ranked assassins from the black market. The old man, despite his unimpressive appearance, was ranked ninth on the assassin list, known as "The Fox" for his high combat prowess and cunning. He was the perfect adversary for someone as straightforward as Kirin.

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.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ten years later, the headquarters of the assassin and intelligence organization M are in London, England. "What's going on?!!" More than three hundred assassins looked at the organization's annual assassin rankings in amazement. Their faces were all incredulous. The number 1 position naturally belongs to a very strange name: Fire. “No way! There must be a mistake!” Rich, an assassin who has been active for more than fifteen years and is always in the top five disgruntled. Apparently this year, he had c

"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."