Academy Assassin Novels & Stories

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

What team? “What other team? I thought it was originally you, the Mountains and Tati?” I ask, becoming confused. When Alina chuckles. “She means my little helpers.” We all look at Alina and Cass, and her team chuckle. Little helpers? Little … Oh, for fuck’s sake. “You mean your little assassins?” I say and Alina winks at me. I groan internally. Just great. Alina funds an assassin academy. One of their best is known as Ghost. Ghost is a woman and was high up in the ranks of the Bratva. Not much is known about her, just that she is one of Alina’s best. Then one day she hung up her guns.

"Trained assassins pretending to be students." Vera stared at him in shock immediately. This was the first time she was hearing something like this. Assassins inside the academy? Why would something like that even happen And why would they target her? This academy was supposed to have the best security in the world so far, especially since the prince was still in this batch of the students. She became more confused because Raymond was actually explaining things to her properly instead of insulting her for once. "They infiltrate schools to gather information and attack students," he continued. "That's why I killed them."

For the day that somehow, she is trying to avoid and is scared of, if finally knocking its presence in front of her face. Now with a smile of satisfaction the President as he needn’t have to explain further the plan that was set from long ago and the very beginning, he informs adding the minor details. “As the Academy states, outstanding and unique students in all fields of academics, sports, rhetorical, talents and most especially their name, blood, and ability. Shall be taken under your wing as their adviser and guardian. The Academy makes sure that their abilities will remain a secret and secure pouring forth with their mission to keep everything in balance. I just found an extraordinary

They seemed to have a pretty good understanding of each other. Meaning that the 'missing' partner was going to implement the known rule of acting from different fronts. They were just two, but they had him surrounded. He knew they wanted him to turn before they killed him, an excellent move if he could say so himself. In that brief moment when his balance was slightly compromised, it would be perfect for any of them to attack. Plus added to the fact that when he turned he would be able to see the assassin who wasn't hidden was brilliant. This was meant to disorient the blond haired boy, who would be expected to be surprised at the new entry and respond with the reflexive yet cliché question,

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.

“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.