Worlds Best Assassin Novels & Stories

Only a handful knew that ominous phrase: the top dogs of the assassin world, the elite of the Dark Web, and, of course, the commander and his closest allies. There was no way the commander himself would be in a backwater like Drunham City. So, Liam had to be one of his trusted few. The realization squeezed the breath from the assassin's lungs, a wave of fear threatening to engulf him. In that instant, he was consumed by regret for accepting that job, for crossing paths with a man as formidable as a ghost from his past. The guys who followed the boss to wipe out the Dark Web's headquarters were all warriors of the highest caliber, like Gods of War!

I will make sure that this time, I can execute my plan well. So before midnight, I was already out of the manor with my horse and sword. With four years of being an assassin, I could travel in night time without any effort. Darkness is part of an assassin's life since most of the time, we do our job in the dark. I reigned my horse to a stop when I saw who was standing before the glistening river under the bright moon. His back was on me, calm and still as he stood there. He didn't move from where he is even though I'm sure he is already aware of my presence. I unmounted my horse at once and walked towards him.

It’s a fragment of a memory from a late-night dive into the encrypted forums where the monsters of the underworld compare notes. Kirill Nikolaev. The name wasn’t in Senator Scott’s files, which means I won’t be a conflict of interest. A user on a Tor-hidden forum, using the handle Viper_77, had bragged about an assassin with a team who could vanish problems that even the cartels couldn't scrub. Someone who didn't just remove the stain, but turned the whole cloth to ash. They called him a scalpel in a world of hammers. They also said he’s absolutely deadly.

Let’s just say that it’s no coincidence the word starts with two asses, because one ass is not enough for those douche bags. So no, I’m not an assassin. I’m a professional serial killer, also known as a PSK. Assassins are lazy. Kill one terrorist with a sniper rifle from a hundred yards away and then disappear into the night without a trace. Boring. PSK’s make Murder for Hire an art form. Any Catholic schoolgirl can shoot a man or put poison in his scotch, but it takes real finesse to make Murder for Hire look like the workings of a deranged sociopath. Granted, it does help that most PSK’s are deranged sociopaths, but that is completely beside the point.

It was better to accept the charity first and think later. The blonde girl with blue eyes looked at her target. In her many years as an assassin who made herself a name in the underworld as “Two Shots”, this was the first time someone escaped her sights. Sasha Angeloff was a prodigy with guns ever since she was young. The maiden of only 16 years of age was the best in her field. Ordinary snipers had to camp in a good location and conceal themselves but not her. Sasha’s speciality was high mobility sniping. It was also why she could toy with her targets and fire a warning shot first before firing a second to kill.

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!”

“Tsk. What’s so great about that person anyway.” Jay rolled his eyes and looked in Zeke's direction. “Dude, he’s like at the top of the top in the worldwide assassination board! He had already killed thousands or even millions of criminals from the moment his name was known in our world. The living legend who made all the police burn their hair off from causing havoc in that particular massacre years ago! Shit. He's every assassin's icon!" "And is that something to be proud of?" Jay was confused.

he asked as soon as he found the leader. "We don't know, she escaped, and we are still looking for her" Wow. She escaped. " You breaking into our territory like this, you are starting a war and you damn know it " "You're still new to this business that's why I would consider sparing you, I see you haven't heard about me" " I'm not afraid of you, Adrian, you're just a Psycho with a gun" He shot in the hand as a warning. "I'll leave now, who I'm looking for isn't here "

I released a sigh of relief and settled on the driver's seat but then the car turned silent. "Can I ask you a question?" Leonardo broke the silence after a while. "Go ahead." I answered. "Why did you decide to become an assassin? I mean you have all your life right in front of you and you could have literally been anything else." "I didn't have the option to be anything else. I didn't even get to choose to become this, it was forced on me. He stayed silent like he was ushering me to continue with what I was saying.

I was told it was a natural fight-or-flight instinct by my peers but my teachers told me it was weakness, which is why I try like hell to calm myself each time I leave a body behind. As soon as I see a spot to hide my van, I pull over and turn off the engine; the world around me is silent, just how I like it. Ever since the new law passed about ten years ago, the roads have been quieter and quieter, which makes it easier for people like me to travel and get the job done without being seen. My van is my home but there is nothing in it that I can’t let go of without a moment’s notice. I have go bags stashed all across the country as per protocol, and if I was totally stuck, I could always go b