Assassin Novels

She woke up in a stranger's bed, in a stranger's body, with two lifetimes screaming inside her head. Eliza Solis-overweight, acne-scarred, trailer-park poor-remembers a brother who dragged her to a party for a "chance." But another voice, colder and sharper, remembers a different life: Nyx. Weapon. Asset. Ghost. Now she's the bride of Julian Malone, a decorated soldier from one of America's most powerful dynasties-and she's the target of a family that wants to erase her. Her new mother-in-law freezes her accounts. Her husband despises her. Cousins spike her makeup with hallucinogens. And behind closed doors, the Malones plot to commit her to a psychiatric facility and make her disappear for good. They think she's trash. They think she's broken. They have no idea that the woman they're trying to bury is a trained intelligence operative who can pick locks, break into safes, and reconstruct a crime scene from a single strand of hair. Eliza doesn't just want to survive. She wants to watch their empire burn. From a trailer park to a fortress of old money-she's the weapon they never saw coming.

Corrie lay restrained on the sterile hospital bed, her wrists bleeding against the thick leather straps. Her husband, Damon, walked in with eyes entirely black with disgust and ordered the nurse to drain her rare blood. He believed Corrie had pushed Kara, the woman he claimed as his savior, and he was willing to drain Corrie dry to save her. "As long as she doesn't die, keep drawing. Kara's life is worth a hundred of hers." He ignored the frantic beeping of her heart monitor and walked out, leaving her slipping into hypovolemic shock. Using her last ounce of strength, Corrie escaped the clinic and hailed a taxi in the freezing rain, just wanting to survive. But the driver locked the doors and deliberately drove the speeding car straight off the bridge into the raging Hudson River. As the icy water swallowed her and she tried to swim out of the shattered windshield, a black-gloved hand grabbed her ankle. The inhuman grip dragged her down into the crushing, dark depths, filling her lungs with liquid fire. As her vision faded to black, Corrie's heart shattered into a million pieces. Why did the man she loved believe a lying stranger over his own wife? And who was the assassin in the dark water making sure she died? Five years later, Corrie walked out of the airport with a new, untouchable identity and a pair of genius twins. The freezing river had permanently ruined her heart and lungs, but it had also forged her into a ruthless survivor. She swore to never let the Holloway family touch her again, until her son's identical icy blue eyes caught the attention of the billionaire CEO she thought she had escaped.

I drowned in freezing pool water, the mocking laughter of the elite Savage family echoing in my ears. When I opened my eyes, I was an eight-year-old orphan again, right on the day those monsters came to adopt me. Terrified of repeating my hellish past, I ran down the hallway and desperately grabbed the shirt of a random, dumpy IT guy, begging him to take me instead. I thought I had chosen a weak, boring suburban dad to hide behind. But I was completely wrong. My new mom greeted me with a ceramic tactical knife hidden in her apron. My clumsy dad sliced dinner ribs with the terrifying precision of a seasoned hitman. My ten-year-old brother was a dead-eyed sociopath who immediately calculated my bone density. They were a family of lethal underworld monsters, yet they frantically pretended to be a normal, pathetic household just for me.

"You can't escape me, Aurora. You are mine!" The Alpha King's roar echoed through the palace walls. But Aurora just tightened her grip on the blade hidden beneath her cloak. She would never-never-give herself to the monster who murdered her father. Even if the Moon Goddess cursed her to be his mate. *** Aurora Regalia once had everything-a loving father, a prosperous pack, and a future that glittered with promise. Her father, the king, even chose her a mate: Logan Charming. Powerful. Charismatic. Cursed. She thought he was her destiny. Then she watched him tear her father's head from his shoulders. One night. One betrayal. Her entire family, slaughtered. Her pack, reduced to ashes. Aurora jumped off a cliff that night-not to die, but to survive. To become something her enemies would never see coming. An assassin. A ghost. A blade wrapped in silk. For years, she trained in the shadows, fueled by one single purpose: revenge. Blood for blood. She would make Logan Charming suffer the way she had suffered. She would carve his heart out and feel nothing. But fate had a cruel sense of humor. The Moon Goddess looked down at her shattered daughter and laughed. Because the man who destroyed her life? The monster who wore her father's blood on his hands? He was her fated mate. Now Aurora stands at a crossroads she never asked for. Every instinct screams for vengeance. Every fiber of her being recoils at the bond pulling her toward him. But Logan? He doesn't care about her hatred. He doesn't care about her blade. "You can run, little mate," he whispers, crimson eyes gleaming in the dark. "But I will always find you." And when he does? He won't just cage her body. He'll claim her soul.

Jolie transmigrated into a high-tech universe ruled by beast-shifting Primals, only to wake up in the body of a "defective" female. With a Genetic Compatibility Index of zero, she was publicly discarded by her mandated military partner. Before she could even adapt, her stepmother drugged her with an illegal aphrodisiac and locked her in a pitch-black suite with that same ex-fiancé-now a feral, maddened beast. The family wanted her torn apart to permanently erase their embarrassment. But instead of dying, Jolie awakened a rare plant-manipulation power. She bound the raging General, drained his energy, robbed him blind, and fled to a remote farming planet. Just as she thought she was free, the Commonwealth system flashed a new mandate. They assigned her a new husband: Keanu Robertson, a psychotic assassin who had murdered his last three wives. The system wasn't giving her a partner; it was handing her a death warrant. Keanu despised females, especially a "useless" zero-GCI burden. He tracked her forged alias across the galaxy, descending upon her barren farm in the dead of night with pure murderous intent. How could a discarded, defective girl survive the most feared apex predator in the Shadow Sector? But as the legendary assassin stepped onto her property to finish the job, a mutated, neurotoxic vine whipped out and completely paralyzed him. Watching the massive killer crash face-first into the dirt, Jolie lowered her rifle and smiled. "Welcome home, husband."

Hana is living a quiet life as an art teacher, a peaceful façade for the most dangerous truth of all she is Kurai-Hime, the exiled legendary assassin of a mighty Japanese Yakuza clan. Her past shatters her present when she is forced to honor a blood pact: replace her dead sister in a marriage alliance with Luca Conti, the formidable heir to an Italian mafia empire. Luca, a devastatingly handsome and ruthless "Smiling Tiger," expects a meek, political bride. He is charmed by Hana's ethereal beauty and delicate demeanor, vowing to protect his innocent "dove" from the brutal realities of his world. Hana plays her part perfectly, all while using her brilliant, tactical mind to analyze every weakness in his fortress and his organization. The fragile masquerade explodes when Luca is ambushed. Cornered and wounded, he expects a tragic end only to watch his seemingly fragile fiancée unleash a storm of elegant violence, wielding a katana to cut down his attackers. In that bloody moment, his shock transforms into awe, and a shocking, undeniable truth: he is falling in love with the ruthless warrior, not the gentle illusion. Now, their marriage of convenience becomes a dangerous game of hidden blades and raw revelation. As Hana's true identity begins to surface, she must navigate the venomous politics of Luca's family, the simmering rage of his rivals, and the lethal pull of her own past. To survive, this Yakuza weapon and her Italian Don must learn to fight not as protector and protected, but as equal partners. But when a final, devastating threat targets them both, they face an impossible choice will they sacrifice each other for the dynasties that created them, or become the most feared power couple the underworld has ever seen?

Billionaire CEO Axel Sterling thought his penthouse was an impenetrable fortress, until a strange, emotionless woman in a cheap trench coat completely bypassed his million-dollar security. He expected an assassin. Instead, the woman, named Aura, snapped his solid steel deadbolt with a flick of her bare wrist, lay perfectly flat on his bed like a corpse, and bluntly announced she was instructed to seduce him. She quickly became an unstoppable, chaotic nightmare in his perfectly ordered life. When his frantic ex-girlfriend tried to attack her, Aura publicly humiliated the woman by clinically dissecting her fake tears and elevated heart rate. When his arrogant sister insulted her, Aura diagnosed her premature cellular degradation, leaving her completely speechless. She possessed an unnatural, rock-hard physical density. She could effortlessly scale sheer stone walls, physically immobilize Axel with iron force, and even single-handedly dismantle a cartel hit squad without a single flinch. Axel was trapped, his mind racing with blazing anger and profound shock. Who on earth sent this deranged, literal-minded weapon? Why was she blindly obeying his business enemy, Kellen Gaines? And what did she mean when she casually mentioned that Kellen had stolen her life-sustaining battery? Realizing she might be a terminally ill, hyper-enhanced pawn rather than just a dangerous psycho, the cold fury in Axel's chest shifted into a calculating intrigue. "Fine, you can stay. But you follow my rules." Axel made a dangerous decision to keep her close, determined to use her to destroy Kellen Gaines and uncover exactly what kind of monster she truly was.

Elsie stood completely alone in the pouring rain at her father's freshly dug grave. Before she could even mourn, a black SUV pulled up, and Roland Cantu shoved a marriage contract into her hands. He claimed her father had embezzled three billion dollars from the Carlisle group, leaving her with a massive debt. "Sign the marriage contract, and the debt is forgiven." When Elsie refused to marry a dying man, Roland threatened to instantly cut off her mother's life support and her own vital heart medication. Forced to sign, she was dragged to the Carlisle fortress, stripped of her clothes, scrubbed with harsh chemicals, and locked in a glass medical cage. Inside, she was guarded by Axel Stone, a ruthless proxy who treated her like a corporate assassin. When Elsie simply tried to give her dying husband a sip of water, Axel slapped the cup away and accused her of poisoning it. "Get on your knees and drink it." He violently forced her head toward the puddle on the cold floor, triggering a massive, near-fatal cardiac event. Even after she survived and proved her innocence, Axel still ordered her only warm meal thrown into the garbage disposal. Elsie didn't understand why her father was framed, or why she was trapped in this paranoid nightmare with a sadistic madman. But as she stared at the empty kitchen counter, her fear finally turned into burning anger. Since they desperately needed her alive to produce an heir and secure their trust fund, she would use their own leverage against them. She was going to demand a child through IVF, survive this prison, and tear this twisted family apart to clear her father's name.

Danica stood at the altar, waiting for her fiancé Hank to say the two words that would seal their future. Instead, Hank snapped his fingers, and a graphic, fake sex tape of Danica blasted across the massive ballroom screen. Her adoptive sister, Cailin, dropped to her knees in mock concern, her lips brushing Danica's ear. "Do you like my wedding gift, sister?" In an instant, Danica's life was destroyed. Hank violently threw her to the ground. Her adoptive father publicly disowned her, froze her trust fund, and left her to the ruthless paparazzi. Pregnant with triplets from the night Cailin had drugged her, Danica tried to flee. But Cailin sent armed mercenaries to hunt her down. During a bloody raid at a filthy underground clinic, killers stole two of her newborn babies. Danica was forced to throw herself into a freezing river with only her one surviving daughter. Curled in a dark basement, bleeding and broken, she couldn't understand why the family she loved wanted her completely erased. The agonizing grief of losing her children shattered her soul, leaving behind nothing but absolute, freezing hatred. Four years later, a private jet landed in New York. Danica was no longer the disgraced Thorne daughter, but 'Chiron'—the world's most lethal underground surgeon and assassin. Watching Hank bleed out from a sniper bullet she ordered, she smiled as his desperate family begged to pay fifty million dollars for her scalpel.

Phoenix Tucker married a comatose billionaire to escape the deadly assassins hunting her. But her perfect, wealthy hideout quickly turned into a terrifying trap when she realized her "vegetable" husband, Cale Sterling, might be faking it. During a mandatory sponge bath, she noticed his muscles were like coiled steel, and his body reacted instinctively to her touch. That same night, when she sneaked out to an underground club in her assassin alter-ego, a masked man ambushed her. He possessed terrifying strength and the exact same cedarwood and snow scent as her comatose husband. He effortlessly pinned her against a brick wall, his body an unyielding cage. "They call you Whisper." He spoke her secret codename before vanishing into the shadows, leaving her breathless and terrified. Rushing back to the mansion, Phoenix viciously twisted the flesh of Cale's cheek until it bruised, desperate to force a reaction. Yet, he didn't even flinch. His heart monitor remained perfectly steady, absorbing the agonizing pain in total silence. She stared at the angry red marks on his flawless face, her mind reeling with dread and confusion. How could a man who endured such brutal torture without a single twitch be the same lethal predator who overpowered her hours ago? What kind of monster was sharing her bed? Dropping her timid country-girl facade, Phoenix locked her eyes on his still form. If her new husband wanted to play a deadly game of deception, she was going to tear off his mask and expose every secret he was hiding.

I ran into the most dangerous territory on the continent with nine blades behind me and no plan ahead. The most feared Alpha alive stepped out of the darkness and said "You're bleeding on my territory." I said "I'll bleed somewhere else." He didn't let me leave. For four years I survived alone. No pack. No backup. No one who stayed when things got hard. I learned one thing in all that time - the moment you trust someone is the moment they find exactly where to put the knife. Then Kael Dravon said "I've been looking for you for six months." Not to catch me. Not to sell me. Just - looking. And something I'd buried under four years of running cracked straight down the middle. He is cold. Ruthless. Packs move their borders just to avoid his name. But he crouches on stone floors to stitch my wounds. He reads poetry at four in the morning when the nightmares won't quit. He says "You're not running" in a voice that makes my legs forget their only job. I told him I was rejecting the mate bond. He said "That's your right." No argument. No manipulation. Just that. And somehow that was worse than everything else. There's an assassin inside these walls. A traitor who already sold us once. A war coming that only my bloodline can stop. And an Alpha who looked me dead in the eyes at midnight and said "Please. Stay here." I counted to three. Then followed him anyway. I don't do helpless. I don't do protected. I don't do belonging to anyone. But God help me I'm starting to belong here.

Today was my wedding day, a political marriage to the powerful Alpha, Caleb Burke. But on my wedding night, I woke up to find my new husband and my illegitimate half-sister, Dahlia, tangled together in my bridal bed. Instead of an apology, Caleb sneered and ordered me to stay quiet so I wouldn't ruin his mood. Dahlia clutched the sheets, putting on a fake, tearful performance to frame me as a hysterical madwoman. To make matters worse, my stepmother had laced my wedding champagne with a potent aphrodisiac, plotting to completely destroy my reputation so Dahlia could take my place. Even my own father was in on the cruelty, perfectly willing to sacrifice my dignity to protect the family name while they secretly drained my dead mother's dowry. The original Anja lived a life of quiet suffering, swallowing every insult, only to be betrayed and pushed to her death by her own blood on her wedding night. Why did her family treat her worse than a stray dog while treating a bastard daughter like royalty? But they didn't know the weak, timid Anja was already gone. I, a top-tier assassin from another world, opened my eyes in her pathetic body. I grabbed the silver letter opener from the nightstand and pressed it against my cheating husband's throat. "I suggest you file for an annulment by sunrise," I smiled coldly, officially starting my revenge.

"I was supposed to kill you, Cassius," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Do you think you can?" he replied, his gaze piercing. He gently took my hand, the warmth of his touch contrasting sharply with the coldness of the IV drip that fed into my arm. "I would shoot a bullet into your head if..." I started, but before I could finish, he sealed my lips with a kiss-soft yet filled with an urgency that took my breath away. **** Zara Singh, an undercover assassin, receives a contract to seduce and eliminate Cassius DiMarco, the most feared Mafia king who is known for his ruthlessness. But what would happen when she finds herself unexpectedly drawn to Cassius? And what would happen when Zara finds out Cassius had a hand in her parent's death? Would she be able to forgive him?

Elise’s contract marriage to the wealthy, terminally ill Holt Knight was supposed to guarantee her mother’s medical care. But the Knight family suddenly froze the $374,000 trust fund, leaving her mother waiting to die. To force her out, her vicious in-laws publicly humiliated her. They made her serve as a waitress at their own charity gala, laughing as they threw money at her feet and called her a gold-digging leech. "You'll always be trash," her sister-in-law sneered. Even worse, Elise was ambushed in a pitch-black hospital elevator by a masked assassin who nearly crushed her throat before vanishing into the night. But during the gala, her sharp medical instincts caught a terrifying detail. The deadly assassin's muscular build and iron grip perfectly matched her frail, wheelchair-bound husband. Why was her "dying" husband secretly a highly trained killer? And why did he suddenly collapse from an untraceable neurotoxin right in front of her, coughing up black blood? Instead of fleeing the viper's nest, Elise pulled two custom meteorite needles from her hair and dragged her dangerous husband back from the brink of death. Then, she pushed his wheelchair straight into the hostile family boardroom. She looked her stunned in-laws in the eye and staked her entire marriage on an impossible corporate bet to seize control of their empire. This time, she was going to tear the Knight family apart from the inside out.

I was a legend. The Surgeon. A ghost who could stitch you up or take you apart with equal precision. Then I died-and woke up in the body of Cora Melton. Fat. Scarred. Wolfless. The tragic Omega from a trashy novel I read in my past life. The one who's used, abused, and dies alone while the Alpha hero gets his happily ever after with someone else. Not this time. Alpha Draven Ward looks at me like I'm something he scraped off his shoe. His mother steals my mother's heirlooms. His sister taunts me in the hallways. They've trapped me in a mating contract I never wanted, shoved me into servant's quarters, and made it clear I'm nothing but a disgrace to their precious pack. They have no idea who they're dealing with. I know every plot twist before it happens. I know my cousin will try to disfigure me with corrosive powder at the ceremony-so I make sure she's the one who gets burned. I know Draven's family will steal from me-so I wait until midnight, brew a sleeping draught from forest mushrooms, and empty their vault while they sleep. They wanted a victim. They got a surgeon. An operative. A woman who can turn a household cleaning agent into a weapon and a bent hairpin into a lockpick. Now I have their money. Their secrets. A recording of their confession. And the entire pack watching as I expose their cruelty in the town square. But there's one thing I didn't plan for-something that changes everything. I'm pregnant. And I'm not staying in this cage a second longer than I have to. "This body was weak. I was not. Fat can be burned away. Scars can be treated. And wolfless? Who needs a wolf when you're already a predator?"

She was raised to kill wolves. He was born to rule them. Neither expected the Moon to bind them together. Nyxara Vire is the Guild's deadliest assassin: silent, ruthless, and trained to believe wolves are monsters. When she is ordered to kill Kaelor Voss, the feared Alpha of Ashmoore, she expects blood. But the moment her blade touches his throat, something ancient wakes beneath her skin. A Luna mark. Impossible. Forbidden. Human. Kaelor should execute the assassin sent to kill him. Instead, his wolf recognizes her as his fated mate, the one woman tied to an old curse that has broken Alpha bloodlines for generations. Nyxara refuses to be claimed by prophecy, controlled by the Guild, or owned by the dangerous Alpha whose gaze makes her question every lie she has ever believed. As stolen memories surface and buried names begin to bleed, she learns the Guild did not simply train her. They made her into a weapon. Now, everyone wants to control what she might become. The Moon may have marked her. The bond may pull her. But Nyxara Vire was never meant to kneel. She was meant to choose. And her choice may either save the wolves or burn their world beneath a Blood Moon.

The apocalypse came overnight. Zombies, mutated beasts, and dimensional rifts. Everyone awakened ONE talent. Fire. Ice. Strength. I awakened the trash talent: "Copy". But they didn't know... I can copy ANY talent I touch. S-Rank Fire Mage? Copied. SS-Rank Assassin? Copied. Goddess-Level Charm? ...Copied. Now I'm building the strongest shelter, gathering the strongest talents, and surviving the end of the world. One copy at a time.

I woke up to a symphony of agony, only to realize I was trapped in the body of a girl who had just been pushed down a flight of stairs. I was once a top-tier operative who died in a fiery explosion, but now I was "Ariel," a despised, wolfless pariah in a primitive werewolf pack. The Alpha, Alphonso West, stood over my broken body, radiating hostility and disgust for the mate he was politically forced to marry. Instead of treating me, he banished me to a dilapidated cottage, fully expecting me to die from my severe, infected chest wound. The pack's servants, led by a cruel girl named Trina, immediately came to humiliate and starve me. They thought I was still the pathetic, lovesick fool they used to beat up for fun. They waited for me to cry, to beg for the Alpha's attention, or to just quietly bleed out in the dirt. The original Ariel had given her entire life for this man's affection, only to be casually murdered by him. How could they treat a human life like worthless garbage? Did they honestly believe I would just lay down and accept this miserable fate? They had no idea the soul inside this shattered body had been replaced. "I think you have the wrong person." I stitched my own torn flesh with a rusted pin, paralyzed the servant who dared to attack me, and openly challenged the Alpha's authority in his own throne room. I didn't need a wolf to survive. I was going to teach this pack what a true apex predator looks like.

For three years, I hid my genius as the Valedictorian of the Capital, designing siege weapons in the dark so my fiancé, Jace, could take all the credit. I lived quietly as his plain, "Dragonless" shadow. But at his victory banquet, he publicly gifted my dead mother's sacred dragon relic to his new lover. When I demanded it back and brought my war-hero parents' ashes to his estate to officially cut ties, his mother violently shoved me. The urn shattered on the marble floor, scattering my parents' remains into the dirt. Instead of helping, Jace blamed me for provoking her and demanded an extortionate 100,000 Gold Dragons to annul our engagement. Later, when we were caught in an assassin's ambush at a local tavern, Jace shoved me directly into the path of a poisoned blade. "Elianna, get behind me!" he yelled, using me as a human shield to protect his lover. Staring at his retreating back as the blade rushed toward my heart, the last microscopic fragment of my humanity regarding him died. I had given him everything, and he treated my life—and my family's legacy—like worthless trash. But the blade never pierced my skin. A blinding flash of white-gold dragonfire incinerated the assassin, and the terrifying, pure-blooded Dragon King wrapped a strong arm around my waist. It was time for the Davidson family to learn what happens when you cross the smartest woman in the kingdom.

"Everyone out," I commanded through gritted teeth. "Now." "Jade, I need to check your-" the nurse began. "OUT!" I snarled with enough force that both women backed toward the door. Once feared by Shadow Organization that drugged me to replicate my abilities into a more controllable version, I had escaped my restraints and detonated their entire facility, ready to die alongside my captors. Instead, I woke up in a school infirmary with women arguing around me, their voices piercing my skull. My outburst froze them in shock-clearly they hadn't expected such a reaction. One woman threatened as she left, "We'll discuss this attitude when you get home." The bitter truth? I've been reborn into the body of an overweight, weak, and supposedly dim-witted high school girl. Her life is filled with bullies and tormentors who've made her existence miserable. But they have no idea who they're dealing with now. I didn't survive as the world's deadliest assassin by allowing anyone to push me around. And I certainly won't start now.