Assassin Academy Novels & Stories

(Dead Assassin) One of the assassin that wanted to act gloriously died when a bullet blasted his skull right open. It was a simply like a scene of a fish that jumps out of water and got skewered by a harpoon. “……S.W.A.T unit! Boxed in!!..advance!!!….let no one escape!!..”.(Commissioner Layla)

“Thanks, Allan, you can head back to the academy but don’t take Cassa to the hospital.” It was Casper speaking to Allan with warmth. There was no bitterness or grudge in his tone. Just gratitude. Thanks to the information, Casper had targeted the assassins opposite him while Caddaric took those opposite him as well. Allan took out two with the Snipper and they all acted at the same time as if they had rehearsed it.

Several mystics buzzed around announcing that the school had been breached. Steel screamed against stone. Runes flared across the academy walls as alarms erupted, and students flooded corridors in panic. Assassins. Not cloaked in shadow like the Royal ones—but wrong, somehow. Their movements too fluid, their magic unfamiliar, air bending unnaturally around them. “They’re not from here,” Aevaryn shouted, dragging me back as a blade missed my throat by inches. “Take her through the meadow now, I’d cover you,” Auren and Lucian ordered from nowhere.

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.

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.

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

The crowd shouts back in unison, “YES, SIR!” He smirks and raises his own voice, “We are the Assassins Guild, and they are just bad guys. We kill bad guys for a living, because we are really fucking good at it!” The crowd punches the air, “YES, SIR!” Kai and Ash are getting pumped too. Rolling their shoulders and cracking their knuckles. Eddie nods and turns to their Portal-Witch,

So many ways to make it look like tragedy rather than murder. The assassin had been hired by High Lord Cassian Thornwood to eliminate his niece. Make it look like an accident. Leave no trace that led back to the Fae Court. And the Northern Pack Summit...scheduled in just six days...provided the perfect opportunity. Chaos. Politics. Hundreds of wolves gathered in one place. Security stretched thin trying to monitor everyone. The perfect cover for an assassination. The assassin pulled out a small notebook and added today's observations to the growing list:

Assassin S. “Regardless, I pray when we get our freedom, and start building our families, my daughter won't rat me out in that manner,” “There's probably something that made her do it. A driving factor, yeah,” the second remarked. A boy with the letter D. We were offloading our equipment into our lockers, taking everything but our face masks off. “Like what? That's…an unforgiving but bold move,” the third girl commented. Assassin V. I stayed out of their conversation, taking the blades out of every pocket and tossing my bags into the locker. They went on and on, arguing and debating over the topic like there was pay attached to who makes the most reasonable argument.