Assassin Academy Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Don't you want the revenge? We'll find a way to get you into the organization without alarming the others. By the time Skull wakes up, he'll find himself bound to a chair with you brandishing a knife like a villain" I rolled my eyes. "And if the plan goes wrong?" Vanessa asked. "Then, we'll have to attack head on. Just so you know there are some other assassins that admire the way you defied Skull. You're their inspiration and they've promised to fight along with us if the need arises" "Wow, I'm honored" I said. "Drop the sarcasm in your tone, Red"Trevor said, grinning.

The Quicksilver assassin stood slowly but continued to stare down at Casper’s bloody lump of a body. The commotion was noticed by Azreal and as the Alpha began making his way toward Jay, he caught sight of the carnage beneath his assassin and began to pick up speed. As Jay and Azreal reached Mj the assassin calmly stepped away from her victim and looked at her brother, “you are wrong about me Jay,” she stated in an eerily calm voice and slowly strolled toward the car.

Asha was a Beta and normally trained on the other side of the training field with the rest of the pack, unlike Layla who trained alone with Adrian because she was trained for a specific purpose. Ever since she could remember, Blake had made sure that she was trained by his best warriors, trained to be an assassin. From the time he had rescued her as a child, Blake told her how her entire family had been murdered by the Alpha of the Black Water Pack, Seth Black Water. Both her parents, along with the rest of her pack, had been slaughtered and wiped out by Alpha Seth and the Black Water Pack and Layla had sworn to take revenge for her parent’s deaths. She had trained for the last ten years for

My fingers gripped his neck, piercing his skin. "Let me die," he muttered. "Like death will give you relief," I spat. "And I already know they are alive! What are the names of the nobles?" Broderick opened his mouth, but instead of telling me the name I needed to hear, his breath fell from his lungs and into my face. His heart stopped, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Oh, a record," the Assassin said passively as he tapped his watch. "FUCK!" I threw Broderick's body to the ground. My foot kicked into his side until sweat beaded on my brow. Taking one of the Assassin's knives, I stabbed Broderick's heart repeatedly until I was pulled away. "Fucking hell! Let me go!"

As my boots hit the fire escape, I pulled the trigger on a small remote in my hand. The entire room exploded behind me...fire, smoke, and shattered glass raining down. A hellish goodbye. I didn’t flinch. It was my signature—burn everything, leave no evidence. I fixed my hair, wiped a speck of ash from my cheek, and walked away like it was nothing. My name is Lea. I’m a platinum-ranked assassin under the High Table. That rank? It means I’m one of the best. It means the world fears me. Or, in simpler terms:

I have to deal with this also as if I don't have enough on my plate right now, Ammy Watson is the very first wolf Assassin; she was exceptional at her training and was the very first wolf sent on a mission; she had the number one branded in all her stuff. She went on numerous missions before I was ever ready to join her in the fields. We slowly became close, since I was the second wolf assassin. I think that made us a little closer. But then she one day went rogue; it was over a man, I guess. The organization filled us in on everything. I tried to make her come back to the organization, but she wouldn't fucking listen.

“You have one hour before the footages will be deleted, Montgomery. I said you get to it immediately.” Alex walked beside Zach, clutching her bleeding arm. “Was Saood here?” “No. But that man you shot on the legs is one of his leaders,” Damon replied. “Looks like you added another line on his list against you.” “F8ck.”

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Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.