Who Is The Strongest Assassin Novels & Stories

“Ali is doing great, but Micah is driving me nuts. He’s like a crazy helicopter father─ always hovering around her. I found him putting foam on the corners of our end tables the other day. He said because he didn’t want Ali bumping into the sharp corners. I told him that she’s only three months old and won't be walking for a while, but he won’t listen.” A genuine chuckle escapes my lips at her perturbed words. I can definitely see Micah doing those things. He’s unquestionably a candidate for an overprotective father. Ever since Sophia found out she was pregnant, he has been super vigilant. I guess considering the business he’s in, he’d have to be. You see, Micah and the others are all Assass

Even if I assigned men to watch over her, it would prove abortive. The attackers are Crow members and I know the kinds of men and women that Blake Crow made his assassins and his assailants. They were skilled men and women and they don’t make the same mistake thrice, the third was always a success. In this case, I wouldn’t lie, I was scared for Sofia’s life, I was so scared she would eventually be killed.

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.

The worse part was that he hadn't even stopped at just telling Dante to stop messing with his aunt, he even menaced to murder him. "We need to get you out of this city." Nate couldn't help but agree—that was not the avenue he wanted to continue upon this early in a new surrounding. "We need to get out now." "He could kill you, Nate." "I fucking know that Auntie, thanks." He snapped, annoyed that he hadn't been told all these things before even arriving to this city. He had never heard of anyone named Dante Hercules, his name sounded ridiculous anyway. Besides, he never even thought he would come across a mafia member, or an assassin, or a yakuza—honestly, all these terms were way too much fo

"Okay, then let's hire a six stars assassin. What's the highest rank among the assassins?" "For this organization," Edward began. "The assassins are divided into one star to nine stars. The strongest one is nine stars. It's rumored the nine-stars have already surpassed the attainment level of a grandmaster, but it goes without saying that they cost a lot too. I think hiring a six-stars is good enough." Easton sighed. "Black Rose, the one we hired earlier, is very strong, and she looks hot too. It should've been easy for her to seduce Severin, but in the end, her ruse was seen through and we wasted all our money!"

Having once served alongside Ethan, Marcus knew just how terrifying Ethan could be. … Three years ago, there were nine fighters from beyond the border whose combat abilities matched or exceeded those of military experts like himself. Some had even crawled their way up from battlefields of corpses, their abilities surpassing Marcus and his peers. They were known as the nine deadliest assassins beyond the border. Among them, Number Three was the strongest as he could face any three opponents simultaneously without losing ground. Marcus believed that even in one-on-one combat, he would not be a match for Number Three.

Her frail body strangely yearned for that kind of physical grind. She remembered Dominic Ashcroft saying, "If you're not strong, you'll die." But even after becoming the strongest assassin in the underworld, she still died in Cambodia.

Flint watched the fight unfold in the life-or-death arena and let out a cold, dismissive laugh. "Ashton will never stand a chance," he said, shaking his head. "Corvus is the strongest assassin I've ever cultivated. He has no weaknesses. He's untouchable. His talent, his mindset, even his bloodline power have all been pushed to their absolute limits. "To train someone like him, I wiped out his entire family. Then I made him kill everyone he ever loved. What's left is a ruthless, cold-blooded man who knows no fear, someone who exists only to kill. How could someone like Ashton, who has never truly walked through death, hope to stand against him?"

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.

How could he not feel astonished? He fell silent for a moment before saying, “To my knowledge, the five strongest powerhouses in the world are Regicide Heofon’s Osiris, Sicut In Caelo’s Caelum, Nirvana Blest’s Bloodgod, one from Zeus Palace, and also Shiloh Shaw from the common world. As for who it is that abducted your wife, it’s hard to say.” Zayn’s eyes lit up upon hearing that and said, “There’s a super powerhouse in our world as well?