Academy Assassin Novels & Stories

I pressed my palms to the floor, trembling, unable to lift my eyes to his. “Ace… I belong to them. Cross. I was raised in their academy. I was trained to kill. I was their assassin. And all along, I never knew what I was doing.” My tears dripped onto the floor, hot and endless. “I didn’t know they were wolves. I didn’t know they were families. I didn’t know I was a hunter.” The silence between us was unbearable. I forced myself to look up, my chest heaving. His expression was carved from stone, his jaw tight, his eyes colder than ice.

Pick the black guy, Percy said to the guy by the screen stopping his movement again. The assassin in question was a very dark man with skin like coffee, and eyes that matches his skin with piercing cheeks bones, and hollow cheeks, his stare intense and deadly. His nickname 'Blade' thirty-six, been with the agency for eight years, has a rank of gamma with six hunts, and slices through his victims before they could see his blade coming, he is fast and calculating. The next Assassin picked was called Lighting a young very beautiful curvaceous woman with fiery beach blonde tresses floating down her back, parted at the center with pale liquid blue eyes that looked to have sparkles in them with a

I said, pointing at Xeon, “lead a team through the forest.” “Fine. But you’re officially a crazy, scent-obsessed workaholic,” he muttered, even as he carried out my orders. Good soldier. Better friend. The security he designed was top-tier—but I was an assassin. I knew better than anyone that every system had a weak spot. And our intruder had found it. A rose-and-vanilla-scented ghost, slipping through our blind spots. Right. Introductions. I’m Kyler Arrow. Future Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack. Nineteen. Assassin. Top of my class. Genius prodigy who finished Applied Sciences at uni by fifteen.

“Talk. Or I’ll make sure you wish you had.” The assassin faltered, sweat dripping down his temple. Finally, his resistance broke. “It…It was a girl. From the Academy. She paid us.” Cassian’s jaw tightened. “What girl?” The assassin hesitated, but Kai snarled, baring teeth, and the man’s resolve crumbled. “Elena,” he rasped. “Her name was Elena.” The silence that followed was deafening. Drasa’s stomach dropped, and Cassian’s face twisted with fury. He had suspected Elena’s bitterness, but this…this betrayal was deeper than anything he could have imagined.

“For the sake of national interests, she wanted to marry Alpha Logan, but how could she bear the pain of her lover’s death?” The weight of her story pressed on me. “Anne, I promise I’ll make this right. I’ll use your identity to get close to Logan. I’ll stay close to him if I must. And then, I’ll kill him. For you.” But I wasn’t ready yet. I needed to be stronger, smarter. Umbra Academy. Anne had spoken of it—a place that prepared you for this cruel world. “If I’m going to do this, I need to be the best,” I resolved. “I’ll enroll there and become the assassin I need to be.”

Vegas yelled. “I, Kylie Candace Kazimir, pledge to uphold the secret of the assassin creed and always put my duty first,” those words played in my head. The gun fell out of my hands as such horrible things I had done began to play in my head. Multiple gunshots and blood splashing played in my head. Was this truly the person I was? An assassin? “Kylie, stay with me,” Vegas slapped my cheeks lightly, “Don't fucking close your eyes on me!!”

The pressure piled on in crushing layers, bearing down on Ashton's shoulders like a mountain. Centered on the building, a sealed barrier formed rapidly, blocking Ashton's escape. "Who dares run amok in the Assassin's Guild?" From the darkness, a hoarse voice rose like a ghost. "The Legion's deputy head, codename—Grim Reaper," Ashton answered. He spread his spiritual consciousness, locking onto every assassin hidden in the building. The Assassin's Guild was notorious. Anyone who was one of theirs had blood on their hands, so there was no chance of Ashton picking the wrong target.

Well, aside from pretty much all of humanity, Michael Bay for crimes against ‘80’s and ‘90’s pop culture, and Winona Ryder for being a brat. Ever since that run-in with Nick, I have been taking informal daily martial arts lessons from Mary Sue. One major difference between assassins and P.S.K.’s is assassins are fully trained in martial arts. I’d never really had an interest in martial arts before, but after getting my ass handed to me by Nick in Duluth, I reluctantly admitted it might be a worthwhile skill to take up, because even before he joined T.H.E.M. as an assassin he was already a deadly martial arts expert. I didn’t want to have to see Mary Sue anymore than absolutely necessary, but

The grim reaper stood on top of the tallest building in their target area easily blending with the night in her black attire, she knew that she needed to stay alert because someone was always bound to make a mistake when on a mission. Raised in the Elite Assassin Academy, she knew how to execute well and had little to no room for sympathy when she had to take someone’s life. The Elite Assassin Academy was known for it is undying record of cleaning the streets of bad guys, so why would the grim reaper feel any pain while performing her duty.

She places the call on speakerphone and we all wait when the click signals whoever it is has answered. “Hello Teagan, how can I help you?” My eyes go wide and I feel excited. I look at momma and she winks at me with a shit-eating grin on her face. “Hello Alessa. I need you help.” She says and I become giddy. The Mother’s Revenge are assassins and helped us get Rebel back. The Mother’s Revenge are fucking legends in both my world and the world of the MC.