Anime Assassin Novels & Stories

The only thing that was bleeding profusely was the big slash of wound on her front. As if she hadn't anticipated the attack at all, or was caught off guard. Aside from her injuries, Avyanna discovered that the injured girl was burning hot from fever. It was a good thing Avyanna managed to pack a medkit from their resthouse. Just as she took her time treating the girl's wound, who seemed to be a few years younger than her, her thoughts drift back to what had happened after Avyanna went further into the forest. An assassin's specialty is their agility, speed, and flexibility. They can outrun anything and disguise their trails to avoid detection. Furthermore, both darkness and the unknown have

Argent’s man, Anarchy, opened the door and retreated to Argent’s office as soon as Violet and Lyria showed up. Anarchy is another gorgeous Assassin that recently transferred from the Canadian division. With his high cheekbones, deep merlot-colored hair, and intense eyes the color of the ocean at dawn, he’s quite a sight to see. We quickly found out that he’s not much of a talker. He’s more the tall, silent type, which was fine by me. We also discovered that he’s uncomfortable with female attention. I give both women a wan smile and take a sip of wine. The scarlet liquid sloshes gently across the rim, letting off a fruity scent.

“Ali is doing great, but Micah is driving me nuts. He’s like a crazy helicopter father─ always hovering around her. I found him putting foam on the corners of our end tables the other day. He said because he didn’t want Ali bumping into the sharp corners. I told him that she’s only three months old and won't be walking for a while, but he won’t listen.” A genuine chuckle escapes my lips at her perturbed words. I can definitely see Micah doing those things. He’s unquestionably a candidate for an overprotective father. Ever since Sophia found out she was pregnant, he has been super vigilant. I guess considering the business he’s in, he’d have to be. You see, Micah and the others are all Assass

Dying so many times in the front lines of this dungeon dive must have been discouraging. “I guess that’s the difference between a gamer and an assassin,” he concluded. It was hard to put it into words. “You like dying?” Akiko recoiled slightly at the strange answer. Quickly defending himself to prevent Sasha from thinking of him as a pervert or something, Zen corrected her. “No! I mean to say that we see death very differently…” Sasha, who arrived in her new fashion, raised a brow and removed the new sunglasses shards decorating her hair. “What are you to talking about?”

he calmly left from the back door after answering the phone. “Hello, yeah, I’m still outside. I’ll be back soon. “ the mans calm voice was getting farther and farther away, until it disappeared completely. Ten minutes later, the door was pushed open. A person walked in. It was the expressionless Anne. She saw the assassin lying in a pool of blood on the ground. She was not surprised that the man was dead.

She is overly impressed by them but also sees their flaws. "Brent and Jordan are the only assassins in the country to have triple-ten ratings. Jordan is tiny but ruthless, and I expect her to show you all what it means to be without guilt. Every kill that we make weeds the world of evil. She doesn't think about their families or kids, she just wants to get the job done.” "How can I follow that introduction?" A short, strikingly beautiful Asian woman steps into the room as her stats are read aloud. Her petite frame only seems to amplify the intensity of her presence. A tiny red dress is poured on to her athletic figure.

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

He then smirked and moved his face closer. "A little impatient, are we?" "I don't know what game you are playing, but if you want a fight, then let's do that! Stop pinning me on this damn bed!" "Why would I? I like it this way. The only first class female assassin in House of Spades, under me... on my bed... in my room." "You are really testing my patience, aren't you?" "Hmm..." "If it's true you are the patron for this mission, then that means you want to die. Why don't you let me do my job? It would be my pleasure."

Followed by tilting their head back as far as it could go until the snap of neck bone greeted your ears, and they dropped neatly into a heap on the floor, ready to be staked or left out for dawn when the sun would come out and turn their bodies to ashes. I accomplished all this in a matter of minutes. So fast and agile that I blur. When I turned at last, I took a second to appreciate that fearful, confused looks and scrunched brows of the other minions. I was as fast as a vampire. Maybe, even faster. Combined with all Jax taught me, I was invincible.

"Dude these fighters are very dangerous, Ashton once told me about them, he himself tried many times but failed, it's very difficult to become class A, they are trained to be a Assassin's, goes through very tough and intense training, they don't show any kind of emotions just like robots... That's why she was like that when I was showing her around." Jack told everything to Damian, who was staring blankly at his glass... "Like what ?..." "With no expressions, like robot... And I didn't even saw lust or any kind of fucking emotions in her eyes when she was looking at you, they were blank, I mean it was something new for me, I have always seen women drooling over you and throwing themselves at