Academy Assassin Mga Nobela at Kwento

Even if our mission fails, as long as the owner of the academies gets involved, you'll have no power to resist. "You'll die, got it?" Well, this man clearly didn't recognize Woody at all. He still saw Woody as an insignificant man. "Let me go, now!" The assassin grew bolder. "While things haven't gotten out of hand—" Woody smiled coldly and interrupted him, "It's already out of hand!" With a snap, Woody broke the assassin's neck. The assassin's eyes widened, as if he were surprised. He'd obviously never dreamt that he would die so easily.

He was turned into a weak, limp marionette, dangling from Zayn’s hand. Zayn nonchalantly tossed him to the ground and looked down at him from above. He then asked, “Which club do you belong to?” The lead assassin’s pupils constricted from shock once again upon hearing Zayn’s query. “Who… Who are you?” the assassin stuttered. “Let me guess, you’re from the Order of the Solar Temple?” Zayn asked. The assassins had auras very similar to Shaun Shapiro. The lead assassin’s pupils constricted from even more, apparently confirming that Zayn was right.

However, there was one thing that Akiko had that might work against this formidable opponent. “Are you hungry?” That question worked like a charm. The Amazonian stood up and stared at the Death Princess. She didn’t move, but she eyed the hard-boiled eggs that Akiko held out for her in a plastic box. Akiko memorised the background information for everyone attending the academy as part of her family’s training. The Amazonian was raised in an assassin camp, much like the gruelling training centre for the Kanzaki’s best blade. The training was harsh, and the Amazonian had to kill the children she grew up with to emerge as the top. She was the strongest, and such belief was deeply ingrained in he

"But I do wonder what an Academy instructor might be doing, meeting a first-year student alone, in a hidden garden, well past curfew. That seems like the sort of detail that would interest quite a few people, don't you think? The Headmaster, for one. My father, for another." "There was no instructor." The lie came out steadier than Sera expected, though her pulse was racing. "I told you. I was walking." "Mm." Cassia's eyes narrowed, just slightly, the pleasant mask cracking at its edges to reveal something colder underneath. "You're a surprisingly good liar for someone who's been at this academy for two weeks. I wonder who taught you that." "Maybe I've simply had good reason to practice, giv

“Any trained assassin is immune to the aura of the likes of you. It’s an advantage we have.” Kade grits his teeth, snarling with utter fury within him, but before he could grab the assassin by his neck and crush him to death, the assassin grabbed a branch and poked it into his own chest. It cuts through his sternum to his heart and comes out of his back. Kade is not one bit shocked as he mutters, “such a waste of information and time.” His brain picks back to Kaya and his brothers, followed by him dashing with insane speed back to the kingdom.

This was not supposed to happen. I don't want to be touched. Ever. Again. Aiden turns, signalling with his head to follow him. As a true submissive, I have to walk behind him. Not next to him, like a normal person, like a valued person. But I follow him. Because what choice do I have? How far will Aiden go to make sure his ridiculous plans go ahead? What did Henry take off him? Why is he so vexed on revenge? I trail behind him, a submissive already in formation, through the silent, dark halls of the academy. Nobody is up yet. Our footsteps echo off the marble. Cold statues of long-dead dominants line the walls like silent witnesses.

How can someone who murders a person be capable of the greatest skill of all, healing? Lucien, I need to remember his name instead of just ‘the assassin’ softly knocking on the door late into the night. I sent Kyra to deal with him but even I had to admit he looked immaculate in a crisp white shirt. He was wearing one of Alexanders, but it was stretched to the max over his wider shoulders and muscles.

The assassin trainees are practicing shooting, most of them are very good in hitting the target's head but little Mayari is having a hard time. She couldn't shoot properly and always miss, the very loud noises of guns being fired is making her head ache painfully and her shaking body couldn't cooperate with her as the memory of her mother being shot dead repeatedly flashed to her mind, scaring her every second she heard a gunshot. She slowly placed her trembling finger in the trigger attempting to hit the target again, regardless of how terrified she is because the punishment she will recieve later will be more painful and dreadful.

They came in and sat at the far corner of the room, I noticed almost every girl want to be friends with her, which I don’t understand. “ yea I known what you thinking, it happens every time she enters the school” someone said behind me. “ huh” looked at the girl behind me, the girl has a wavy honey brown hair, she smiled, “name is Bridget packer” “ huh mine Kate Griffin, well yea I was just wondering why everybody well most people let just say that went to friends with her, who is she, like did she run the school or I don’t understand”. She chuckled “ nah she is Killian cousin” “ sorry who” I was confused “ wait you don’t know Killian, well everybody known who he is, his family and other fam

Before he could pull the trigger, the assassin fell lifelessly on the ground. “What the heck!” He was amazed to watch some assassins shot by an unknown man. He continued firing bullets since he had a helping hand. An assassin hopped to Lucas, dragging his other whack feet long, his face was covered with a veil and he was on tight black clothing. The assassin looked armless not until he pulled out a dagger from his black clothing. Lucas's heartbeat raced as he directed his gun toward the assassin hopping toward them. “Don't move” Lucas ordered in a husky tone. Lucas pulled the trigger, The assassin smirked, and he swallowed a none existing lump in his throat as no bullet emerged from his gun.