Academy Assassin Novels & Stories

It was his promise to her that he would avenge her, and he was willing to fulfill that promise even if it cost him his life. " Your Majesty " Ace was the man who he had put in charge of training his army. Ace was once an assassin who had worked under his grandfather for many years, even though he didn't have a wolf and was only a hybrid, he had senses which were a lot sharper than that of an aloha, which made him a force to be reckoned with. When Asher had asked his grandfather to give Ace to him, the man had been suspicious. But despite his questions, he didn't tell Killian about it. By now he was the only one who knew about the secret army Asher had under his command. Asher was very gratef

“Back then, you had the opportunity to take Secret, but you didn’t cherish it. Do you regret it now?” Blair put the pendant around Mable’s neck. “I do regret it a bit, but not for not getting Secret. I regret not cherishing you well enough.” Mable’s lips curled up, and she reopened the photo sent by Solomon. “This brooch is the identification mark of A-level subordinates of Secret. Thus, this assassin must be from Secret. There’s no way Solomon can make him talk!” An A-level assassin meant passing the most rigorous training. Their willpower was far beyond that of an ordinary person. Even if a truth serum was used, it was impossible to force him to talk.

KAYLA- 18 YEARS OLD, A FEW DAYS AFTER HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION. "I miss you already," I whined, leaning in to get a better view of my boyfriend. His green eyes sparkled with mischief before he cupped my jaw and planted a kiss on my lips, and as he retreated to look into my eyes, all I could think about was how much I loved this boy. Aidan was the complete definition of a bad boy, with striking green eyes, tattoos littered all over his body, and a reputation that preceded his name.

Her arts and her academics seem to be the only substantial thing about her. Serena was an elite socialite: meaning a freeloader and a jobless spoilt-kind bitch who made ugly paintings that sold for millions and probably didn’t know how to catch a bus. As it struck midnight, I wore my robe and stepped outside with an empty glass. As I went around the obscurely darkened and modestly tranquil mansion, I confirmed maids were in their rooms, guards mum on their duties, and everyone else dead asleep. If I was found out sneaking around I could always say I came for water.

"A terrible sadness has gripped our people for as long as I have been Keeper. I found it lurking in the shadowy corners of my office when I was elevated. I now imagine it haunted my predecessors for some time as well. At least I will pass on knowing the name of our assassin." "The assassin is right here," Fatima spewed her hate at me. "You are correct," Krasimira chuckled. "The assassin is indeed in this room. Its name is A****n. I need a moment, please." She stood and walked to the doors. What she wanted didn't take long at all. "Gun," we heard her request. The magazine fell to the ground. The sole bullet did not follow. Krasimira walked tenderly into the office as if every step tore like f

His hands hovered over the screen of the phone as he spent some minutes rethinking his decision to call the man, Gabriel. Gabriel Rossi was an assassin, a highly skilled one at that, who had worked for Marco in the past. Through Marco’s diggings into Alessa, he discovered Alessa and Gabriel were in a foster home together, and they also worked together if that is what you would call it on a hit.

As in death? Then it came to my realization as I pondered over the term. Reaper. Grim Reaper. Death… Shit! Assassin. Tiara is an assassin. Holy… I wanted to curse aloud, but then I remembered being an undercover eavesdropper. The revelation was mind-boggling in and of itself, and I have no idea whether or not I should feel flattered by it. I mean, those types of people have had extensive training in the art of murder. Developed to be the most efficient killing machine possible, and Nikolai was their master.

Newborn vampires! "This is going to be fun," she thought She positioned herself on the branch, taking the black gloves in her hand, after pinpointing the locations of every active assassin in the woods. After putting on the gloves, she gripped the dagger tightly in her hand and jumped to a nearby tree towards her first target. Hearing the shuffle, the assassin glanced in her direction but didn't pay much attention. "Rookie mistakes," she chuckled

It is hard to believe that this fragile and fragile underage girl is Fire, the number one assassin of the M organization. The more Benedict looked at the product of his intense training, the more satisfied he became. Perfect, absolutely perfect. With an assassin like this, the M organization in the future will crush all other assassin organizations and dominate the world. With a hoarse voice, he spoke solemnly: “You did a great job on the last mission. These are the next tasks you have to do. Shelly smiled brightly as she looked at the thick stack of files that Benedict had pointed to, shaking her head gently. Benedict frowned at the puppet's disobedience, growling menacingly.

"You can be an assassin if you're not a hitman!" "What's the difference?" I asked, having never heard of such a word. Ignacio grinned. "An assassin also kills for something in return. Most would kill for credits like a hitman but there are some who choose to kill for personal reasons or obligations. I thought it would suit you with your fight against the Parliament for liberation." I thought about it for a while. "Night Walker – The Liberal Assassin… There's a nice ring, I like it." The silence was comfortable for a while until I realised something. "Wait, how do you know what an assassin is? Even the term "hitman" was nowhere to be found in the normal archives."