Anime Assassin Novels & Stories

“Get out and don’t come back.” He chuckled, a low, humorless sound. “You think you can stop me, Annalise? A little candlestick against a trained assassin?” Assassin. The word hung heavy in the air, a confirmation of my worst fears. Panic threatened to overwhelm me, but I pushed it down. Fear wouldn’t win this fight. “Maybe not,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady. “But I can certainly make things difficult for you.” And with that, I launched myself at him, the candlestick held high. He blocked the blow with his forearm, the metal clanging against bone. But the surprise attack had its intended effect. He was off balance, momentarily thrown off guard.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

Not a bad one I guess I entered my room and looked at the window and found my car waiting I already told them to drop it for me there today I checked the mission I was to assassinate a man named Janja One of the greedy money bags So sweet I brought out my ninja outfit and put it on I wore my hair net and looked at myself in the mirror The assassin Miranda is here Tomorrow I become a cook What a twisted life I leave I let out a dry laugh before jumping down the window I got in the car and programmed the GPS location and it started moving I checked under the seat and found my silencer and another gun I think I will use the gun that would make his death known rather than the silencer The car ca

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

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.

“Assassin has a small build. Protrusions on the chest and the curve of the buttocks indicate that the assassin is most likely female. She shows great agility and flexibility, and is most likely an Agility Type” Mane’s brain provided him with the information of the first assassin. The knowledge he had gained served to explain why she was positioned on the roof. With such graceful and light movements, she wouldn’t have any trouble breaking into the room. Mane didn’t realize that the situation was strange. With his abilities as a scholar blocked, how was he able to discern so much without using his eyes? The nimble assassin quickly dashed to the bed once she landed on the floor of the room. Her

No… Linus snapped back to reality. The woman was not Lucy; he had mistaken her. The woman was wearing a sexy strapless top, black stockings, ultra-short shorts, and heavy makeup. Linus expressed his thanks and continued drinking his own drinks without touching the glass that was sent over. No matter what, the first rule of an assassin was to trust no one, especially in a place like this that was full of all sorts of people. Linus drank his beer. Beer was nothing to him, at most like a soft drink. It was incapable of making him drunk.

Bandit was a cute guy; he was huge with a buzz cut, and with his dark Italian looks, he was every girl's dream man, but with the news I just got today and Aidan's maddening obsession over me, I was not willing to even entertain the idea. I made my way to the changing room, cursing myself for not following the back exit as I struggled to walk through the sea of gyrating people. I quickly changed and stepped in front of the mirror to do my smoky makeup before applying multiple layers of watermelon lipgloss. I paused to look at my eyes. It took me a while to get used to looking at them. I had segmental heterochromia; both eyes were green, but my left iris had a dusting of gold at the bottom.

“I can just knock him out cold or spike his drink until we’re done. His phone’s got the tracker and bug as well. Shouldn’t that be enough?! I want to see mom tomorrow. And Ash.” Damon only remained silent and Alex cursed, knowing that her desire will not be heard. She knew the sacrifices when she entered the agency and took this kind of job. “Fine!” She scoffed as she finished one bottle and now opening her second one. “It’s not like you’re not going to enjoy,” Damon spats icily.

*giggles* After that, I'm going to ki- "Wtf! Bro, stop smiling, it's terrifying." Relax, William, that's your brother. "SHUT UP," I demanded. I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is William Carter, and I am a 36-year-old assassin. Reaper is the codename I use. Many people have motivations for being a spy, assassin, criminal, and so on. However, I became an assassin because of my father. Third-person pov