The Perfect Assassin Novels & Stories

The newcomer wore a metallic mask, and his presence was suffused with an aura of death that was nearly tangible. No one dared meet his gaze. It was as though death itself had arrived. He was like a natural-born assassin. He was powerful and terrifying. “Allow me to introduce him. The top assassin from Death Hall and the number one assassin in the world, Jonah Todd!” Lord Barbenheim said with a faint smile. “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!”

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

ASTRID CALLIOPE'S POINT OF VIEW I was gradually awoken by the warm rays of sunlight that were filtering into my room as a gentle wake-up call. As I was visited the kitchen, I saw the breakfast was already ready. Ashton already prepared my meal this morning, before he went to the office as he was about to attend a seminar for the new program proposed by one of the business units assigned in the accounting department with accordance in sustaining the high status of the sales during these past few months after the new product of our company had been launched. I really commended him for being so hardworking. He even managed to be on the top rank in their campus despite the fact that he was actua

People thought killing was loud and always required spilling blood. It didn’t . If you knew how the body worked, all you needed was timing, pressure, and the right conversation. And I was about to initiate the right conversation. Raina’s dad leaned right beside me at the edge of the terrace, one hand resting on the railing, the other wrapped around a glass he hadn’t finished. His breathing was steady—for now. “You don’t look like you enjoy crowds,” he said. “I don’t,” I replied.

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.

“Someone explain to me why that name sounds like the apocalypse.” Lena studied her. “You’ve never heard of him?” “No.” “That’s actually impressive,” Lena said. Then she turned back to Arun. “He’s careful with his reputation.” Arun exhaled slowly. “Yes. He is.” Alina’s patience snapped. “Okay, enough mysterious silence. Who the hell is he?” Lena answered. “He’s the best assassin alive.” Alina frowned. “There are plenty of those.” Lena shook her head. “Not like him.” She stepped closer, her boots echoing softly on the concrete.

Well, aside from pretty much all of humanity, Michael Bay for crimes against ‘80’s and ‘90’s pop culture, and Winona Ryder for being a brat. Ever since that run-in with Nick, I have been taking informal daily martial arts lessons from Mary Sue. One major difference between assassins and P.S.K.’s is assassins are fully trained in martial arts. I’d never really had an interest in martial arts before, but after getting my ass handed to me by Nick in Duluth, I reluctantly admitted it might be a worthwhile skill to take up, because even before he joined T.H.E.M. as an assassin he was already a deadly martial arts expert. I didn’t want to have to see Mary Sue anymore than absolutely necessary, but

“Then I guess we better give him what he wants. Rogue, take out the needles.” Rogue gives me a knowing smile before he opens up a satchel and removes several six-inch needles. The needles look like knitting needles, but instead of hooks at the end, they’re sharp and extremely painful. Rogue was the first Assassin that I brought on when I became the South American Board Director. The first thing I taught Rogue was how to use the needles for the purpose of torture. I use the needles to dig them into vital organs, which causes slow, excruciating pain to run through my victim’s nervous systems. It’s a very painful way to die. Rogue prefers to use a gun, but I enjoy my needles.

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.

he replied after a short pause. She blinked slowly and smiled. "Do you think I fear anything?" she asked and he chuckled lightly. This felt so wrong, she felt weird toward this man. (Just because he's acting like this doesn't mean he's not a man who killed thousands of people), she needed to remind herself. She's an assassin, and he's her target. Maybe this is why he's so dangerous. He can play with emotions like how he plays with guns. Killing him grants her freedom.