The Perfect Assassin Novels & Stories

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

However, as soon as her blue eyes locked with the assassin’s eyes, something happened. The assassin froze. His eyes were wide in fear as he stared at Faline. The only visible movement was the twitch of his fingers. He slowly turned blue and white, his skin cracked. “W-what-?” Such infidelity to your loyalty to General Dana Rein, Faline's mind mocked. Anger surged within her, and she willed the frozen form of the assassin to break his own leg. He fell forward with a panicked scream. The knife dropped uselessly from his hand.

Reba looked at him. “Don’t overthink it. Stand the way I showed you.” “How do you know all that?” “Just do as I have told you.” Alex’s hand shook as he held the gun. He pointed at Adrian’s thigh. Adrian’s heart pounded as his mind begun imagining what the pain would be like making him tense. He looked away from Alex waiting. Alex looked at Daisy lying in a pool of blood. If they didn’t do this, that would just make him an accomplice to murder.

She grabbed at her throat, choking and coughing before she collapsed on the ground. I waited around five minutes before she stood back up with a grin. “Claudia, I assume?” I checked. “Yes, who are you?” She asked. “I’m Zepher, I’m running an errand for your sister Priscilla. All I have left to do is resurrect Eric and she will release my lover.” I informed her. She clapped her hands happily, “I love a good black mail.” I rolled my eyes, damn ancient vampires. No matter how they presented themselves to others, they were rotten deep down. Their humanity long gone.

Before she could answer, the line went dead. By the time Ava arrived to Roman's penthouse later that evening, the load of the day had settled hard on her. She hadn’t intended on coming, in fact, sworn she wouldn’t reach here anymore. But Malone’s attack felt too neatly planned, too personal, and Roman was the only guy who could match him step for step. Roman opened the door before she could knock. He looked like he’d been waiting for her, his tie gone, his shirt open at the collar. “You don’t look surprised,” she said, brushing past him.

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.

Refilling glasses and presenting platters of exotic treats, he moved with a practiced precision. Subtly, almost imperceptibly, he pushed the sleeve of the capo sitting next to Don Romano as he got closer. There was a quick, contrite mutter, a brief diversion, and then, as the capo's focus shifted to the footman, a tiny, nearly undetectable vial with clear, odorless contents was deftly poured into Don Romano's wine glass. The assassin's flawless, undetectable work was the result of years of painstaking training and innumerable calculations.

They ran for almost ten minutes, the only sound been heard was the pounding of their footsteps on the moist ground. Finally, Lexi pulled out her gun and aimed, hitting the assassin perfectly on the waist bone. He crashed to the ground, and as his veil fell away, Lexi caught up to him, her gun trained on his head. "Who sent you?" she demanded. The assassin remained silent, his eyes glinting with defiance. Lexi's finger tightened on the trigger, and she shot him in the leg. "Who sent you?" she repeated. He groaned in pain but instead of responding, the assassin pulled out a hidden knife and sliced his own throat, dying on the spot. Lexi's eyes froze on the lifeless body, her face pale.

Surprisingly, my soul floated midair. I didn't disappear right away. I watched Healer Petra Holmes gasp the moment the scalpel dove into my skin, and only one kidney was found. "Why does she only have one kidney?" she boomed. "This is ridiculous! How could they make her donate her kidney when she only has one? This is murder!" Just then, her assistant panicked and yelled, "Healer Petra, the patient's stopped breathing. What's going on?"