Worlds Best Assassin Novels & Stories

“She’s not going to escape the justice I bring for what she did to Victor. She’s going to beg me for mercy, but I won’t listen to her and shoot her.” “Miss Minerva,” she softly called me and sighed, “Helen Palma is known to be the best assassin of their organization. Aside from being the daughter of their king and queen, she worked hard training and accumulating missions that honed her to where she is now. Several assassins from the other organizations have fought her, but they never won. You must be careful and not be impulsive when we get to their mansion, alright?”

Even after Micah rescued me and the new batch of kids from that man and found me a home with his family, it has never stopped. Micah is a badass assassin who works for some secret assassin guild. Of course, I only know this because he was the one that rescued me from that house of horrors. All of the assassins he works with are gorgeous and total bad assess. Seriously, all of the men are beyond gorgeous. I try not to think about it too much because of him. Who is him, you ask? Well, he’s Connor Archer.

Trevor was once Jekyll's best hitman, regarded as Metropolis' best assassin due to his dynamic headshots and eagle eye accuracy. Along with Trevor, there is another Hitman, an extraordinary assassin known as the best sniper in Metropolis. According to Tales, "Dagon's tickle is what tickles your soul when you opened your eyes and found yourself being dragged by the reaper." Together, Kelvin and Trevor become the most feared and dangerous assassins in New York because they are bloodthirsty, strong, and like-minded.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 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

she said, and I understood her. "Don't worry. If his brother will be able to track me down, you will be lucky," I said. "I know that girl," she said. I looked at her face, and I knew that she wished he would find me soon. Today's event played in my head, and I smiled. I enjoyed myself with him. He is not the enemy. His father was one of the people who trusted me with their dirty work when I became an assassin. It was because of him I was here. News about an assassin called The Poison working for the Italian Mafia had spread fast, making me earn more jobs. That is how I became famous. As years passed, I became the most feared and dangerous assassin. I am grateful because of him. I will always

The man looked at her with annoyance. "I'm an assassin too," she whispered in his ears and his eyes widened. She grabbed the butcher's knife and put it against his neck. She held his shoulders to keep him from moving. "You've tried to kill the infamous assassin, strong enough to defeat your boss. At first I had no idea who he was, but it clicked," she murmured. "His skills were far greater than anyone else, and closely matched mine. I was dying to meet him but he didn't think a woman could be so strong," she started off before scoffing at the thought.

“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.

on all my targets; I always knew where they were. He was at a late-night gala event at a private garden. I headed to my hidden weaponry stash, picking out a long-range sniper rifle and a silencer. Today, I wasn't going for a "planned accident." I was going for a direct, unbranded bullet through the skull. An hour later, I was perched on a rooftop overlooking the garden. I blended into the shadows seamlessly, finding her father through the scope. He was sitting on a stone bench with Raina’s mother, away from the crowd.

“Mr. Caden, there is news from the underworld that the top ten global assassins will be secretly sneaking into Sol and coming to Cansington.” “Oh?” James became interested, squinted his eyes, and asked, “The top ten global assassins?” “Yes.” Ronald nodded and said, “This news has already spread on the dark web. The Dark Castle released the news and announced that they would slaughter the dragon this time.” “Slaughter the dragon? Ha! How arrogant.” James chuckled. “Mr. Caden, you shouldn’t underestimate these enemies. The top ten assassins are all SSS-ranked assassins. They are incredibly skilled and capable in assassinations.”