Academy Assassin Novels & Stories

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

My head was already spinning with the implications of what had just happened. A student saw me. A goddamn student. This couldn’t get out!, it would ruin everything. The carefully curated image I’d built at this school, the mission I was here to complete, everything would be shattered if word got out, and my Mission will be ruined here in Petaluma College. Yes, I'm an assassin, and the only reason i'm in this school is to kill just one person. Oran Gorge the Camouflage.

“Come on. Your brain was working the whole time, wasn’t it? Trying to figure out where you were.” I don’t answer right away. I just look at him. He pulls me closer to him, his grip firm. I glare at him, every ounce of hate clear in my eyes. But his attention isn’t fully on me. His gaze keeps drifting across the speakeasy, scanning, calculating like a predator waiting for a threat to reveal itself. The Academy? Did they send someone? Maybe even a top assassin trained to extract targets like me and Kael. I need to throw him off.

My towel was slipping, the cold air biting at my skin, but I couldn’t look away. Then I heard something I hadn’t expected. “Please.” The killer’s voice cracked. “Spare me.” A professional assassin…. begging for mercy. What an eye-opener. “I’ve been tracking you for months,” Ace said, ignoring the plea. “You were always one step ahead. There’s a spy in the organization, someone feeding you information.” He shifted his weight, and I heard the man’s ribs groan under the pressure. “I needed you to come to me. So I used her.”

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

The Academy wasn’t a place that appealed to me, but I’d rather be near him than go back to the mansion and face the echoes of Dania’s words. When we arrived at the Academy, the atmosphere changed drastically. It was a vast compound, with a dirt floor and surrounded by stone walls. The air was thick with a metallic smell of sweat, leather, and testosterone. There were dozens of men, most of them shirtless, moving with a brute force that was overwhelming. They were shouting, colliding with one another, and punching sandbags with a violence that made me flinch. “Stay here, on this side,” Arsel told me, pointing to a somewhat secluded area with wooden benches. “I won’t be more than twenty minute

The girl who had shaken the Academia to its bones. He reached the door. Hand ghosting over the handle. He never felt the blade that took his life. A figure appeared behind him. Cloak of shifting moonlight. White porcelain mask. No features. Black hoodie failing to conceal his horns. Dagger. The assassin whose reputation was whispered in the darkest corners of the underworld. SHING. Twin blades carved through the intruder's throat before he could gasp. Surgical. Brutal. Efficient. Dagger kicked the corpse into a pocket dimension. Bored flick of his boot. Not a single drop of blood stained the carpet.

"We've finished the investigation. The assassin's code name is Number Seven, belonging to an assassin organization operating within the country. It's suspected that the organization has been a tool for one of the top-ranking families for many years. And we've gathered the information for this family as well." Harvey sat down and read the information on the tablet. "Someone from the Martial Arts Alliance?" George muttered, "Number Seven did have some connections with the Martial Arts alliance. No one else would be able to train such a skilled assassin within the country without the support of a training ground. The weapon used is the Royal Flush, which came from the Council of Myth from Kaner

Dresses aren't my thing. I'll pick a pair of jeans or sweats before I put on a dress. Dresses make me feel exposed and uncomfortable. I'm a warrior. I don't find killing myself to look good as a priority for the fact that I don't care about finding a mate. The mate bond is ridiculous, in my opinion. Falling for someone and losing yourself in them just because the Moon Goddess paired you two is utterly pathetic. Being an assassin, I learned that loving someone only leads to hurting them or yourself. Love makes people vulnerable and weak, and I want no part of it.

They would have to find an entirely different apartment, purchased furniture once again, even find a new school to enrol—he was scheduled to start in two days. He wanted to stay with Aunt Judy, start his new school in the next few days, find new friends and have as many guests over in his brand new apartment, finally living alone do the first time. As much as he was afraid, the fury was starting to overshadow it; he didn't want to have to lie to his parents while he fled the city, afraid of an outcome that may never even happen. Besides, why would a mafia assassin yakuza want to murder newly senior high school student Nate Kennedy? Out of all they most likely had to deal with?