Worlds Best Assassin Novels & Stories

Even though it seemed a little rundown, the place was secluded and quiet. While Harvey drank his tea after having his midnight snacks, Aiden Bauer walked out from the backyard while rubbing his hands. “Branch Leader, the Islander talked,” Aiden briefly reported. “Her name is Noriko Yamaguchi, one of the assassins from the Island Nations’ Shindan Way. She’s experienced in using firearms, especially sniper rifles, and it’s said that her marksmanship can be listed as the world’s top ten. “She was recently sent to Mordu along with many other professionals from the Shindan Way.

Butler Shin says, she was even smiling when she heard it 10 to 20 casualties was expected but it's just 2 and yeah they are lucky that her Golden Assassin's Commander was there eating, Commander Julie was her favorite General Commander who is trustworthy and the best of the best Assasin she has, There Assasin army has a rankings and General Commander Julie was on the highest rank. Golden Assasin's has 5 rankings 1st is the rookie's, 2nd is Elites 3rd is Master's and 4th is Pioneers and lastly the General Commander, and the general Commander was just a one strong woman cuz she's just the only one who pass the test the intelligence test and physical and mental test.

asked Michelangelo. “But we have to keep you safe,” said Severino. “I have you two, I will be safe. Let’s go and say not a word during the presentation,” commanded Michelangelo. “Michel! Sev is right. You need your bodyguards,” said Vicktor. “What will a little girl do to me?” Michelangelo rolled his eyes. “Fanasi, I mean Afanasiia was a little girl, merely 19 when she was the world’s best assassin. Do I need to tell you more?” asked Vicktor with contempt.

"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!"

A world away. The night air in the south garden was cool. The man stood in the shadow of a tall hedge, dressed in a perfect black tuxedo. He looked like any other rich guest. He didn’t look like an assassin. That’s what made him good. “You’re sure it’s clean?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “One chance. In and out. The chaos will be your cover.” “I’m the best,” he said. No arrogance. Just a fact. “Where is the package?”

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

After spending the weekend with his parents Sebastian flew back to the USA heading straight to his penthouse and ordering a woman from the well-known, high-end escort organisation to provide the finest women to satisfy him for the night. This was Sebastian Argreste, the only multi-trillionare businessman and one of the finest assassins that the world had heard of.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

The knife caught the moonlight, reflecting a sharp, icy gleam—clearly a weapon of exceptional quality, capable of cutting through iron like mud. Thomas didn't flinch. He stepped back smoothly, dodging the strike, and in one fluid motion, disarmed the man. The assassin—a seasoned mercenary—froze in shock. Impossible. He ranked in the global top three for assassinations, and number one in close-quarters combat. How could his weapon be taken so easily? In that split second of distraction, a cold gleam flashed in Thomas's eyes. He swung the blade—and with a silver arc through the dark air, the assassin's pinky finger was severed clean off.