The Great Assassin Novels & Stories

I spat bitterly. "You've got a point there." Ares said, "isn't it time for him to resign yet? He's like seventy, no?" I fought the urge to laugh at what he said before correcting, "He's fifty. I don't think he'll resign for another thirty years." We both stopped when we entered the hall. "See you around, il mio adorabile assassina." Ares said with a smirk. (My lovely killer/assassin) "That's a hell of a way to call a cold blooded assassin." I scoffed, my eyes darting around the place, looking for my father, ignoring all the eyes on me.

"How did you know all of this if you were hired to only kill Chrissy?" "I was with the. . the assassin who killed your grandfather that night. I was the. . the one who painted the spray paint at the C.C.T.V.s. And, I was the one who. . who put your housemaids to sleep, the ones who didn't. . didn't agree to sabotage you." "That assassin. What is his fucking name?" Dionysus miraculously found his voice again. The look on his eyes became deadlier than ever.

It was as if I were looking for a needle in a haystack. If Silent Assassin weren’t an enemy of the law I would have applauded him for his bravery and for having such skills. He was very slippery just like an eel. And all of his victims are people who are hugely plagued by society. He is like Robinhood in modern times. It’s just that Robinhood stole from the rich and gave to the poor while silent Assassin kills the rich people who are plagues of society and bullies the people who are helpless because of their low status or don't have money. He will be good police if only he is not an assassin.

Every strike, every dodge, every snap of fangs was a declaration: Blackwood would not fall, not today, not to assassins, not to traitors. Finally, with a coordinated lunge, Kade and Lena struck simultaneously, claws and fangs tearing into the master assassin. The cloak fell back, revealing a scarred face, eyes blazing with hatred and disbelief. The assassin’s body crumpled to the stone floor, defeated but alive—barely.

I turned around swiftly and watched as he leaned back in his seat rather comfortably, smiling victoriously like he had the upper hand now. “What?” “I know you heard me for the first time. Sit down and let’s talk.” “What do you plan to do?” I asked him instead, standing so close to him. “I just told you someone asked me to kill your wife and your first question is what I plan to do and not who has ordered the hit.” Mason walked back gently to his seat, pulled up his pants, and then settled down.

“Normally, I would hand an assignment to whichever handler had the best suited assassin. This particular target calls for all hands-on deck.” I dropped the file onto the table, letting the image of Rory slide out just enough to be seen. The handlers were professional, they quickly replaced their confused glances with blank expressions. It wasn’t unusual that we would have to eliminate one of our own, but Rory was unique. “As some of you may be aware, one of our own was murdered.” I paused to gauge how my words were being received. “Selene was our top assassin.” “You can’t really be insinuating that Rory killed her.” One of the female handlers scoffed. “They were too close for something like

I would suit its back but time is not on my side. His glass door reveals he is neither in his ambiently lit kitchen nor his living room, but the security men from earlier at least denotes he is home and that is all that matters. Tucking my gun in its holster, I proceed to unlock the door with a central key. To become an assassin, you have to learn to pay more attention to details than even a forensic analyst. His door made not even a creak the last time I was here and now it is like I did not touch the door.

snarled another. "Time's ticking, can we speed this up? I've got places to be," Emine's impatience was palpable. With a lightning-fast flurry of movements, the assassins found themselves writhing on the floor, taken down without even realizing it. It was clear they had underestimated their opponent's prowess. But why had their client portrayed her as a helpless heiress? This was not what they had signed up for. Emine flexed her hand, a look of disgust directed at the fallen foes. Aiden's voice cut through the tension, a warning in the air. As she turned, she collided with a solid chest, strong and masculine.

They saw their second-in-command, Aiden Elrod. "You would not like to mess with them. They work for Exodus and we wouldn't want to be on their bad side." The girl named El answers. "But why are you after that assassin?" El asks as the man chuckled dryly. "The black swan is our assassin." Aiden declares as the girl steps backwards stumbling down as she was shocked. "Yes and wherever he goes, she'll be nearby." The man says, eyeing the worried girl approaching him. "Are you alright?" The hacker girl asks worriedly.

she called out. “I’m fine,” he ground out. “Stay behind me.” The assassin twisted, kicking up a spray of mud as they darted around Kai with inhuman agility. Elise barely had time to throw herself to the side before a blade sliced through the space where her throat had been. Lightning flashed—white, blinding—and for a split second she saw the assassin’s eyes. Hollow. Empty. No hesitation. No emotion. This was no scout. No spy. This was a hunter.