Assassin Academy Novels & Stories

KAYLA- 18 YEARS OLD, A FEW DAYS AFTER HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION. "I miss you already," I whined, leaning in to get a better view of my boyfriend. His green eyes sparkled with mischief before he cupped my jaw and planted a kiss on my lips, and as he retreated to look into my eyes, all I could think about was how much I loved this boy. Aidan was the complete definition of a bad boy, with striking green eyes, tattoos littered all over his body, and a reputation that preceded his name.

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

We're royals and can do whatever the hell we want. "I'm sending out our secret weapon. I think he's ready." I've been training this assassin since he was dropped off at the palace when he was a pup. He has been locked in a cage and is not allowed to interact with anyone other than the assassins training him. He has not been shown any kindness and has been beaten many times, almost to death. He's huge, even bigger than me, and meaner than anyone I've ever met. He’s the perfect one to kill Sienna. His name is Maverick.

They came in and sat at the far corner of the room, I noticed almost every girl want to be friends with her, which I don’t understand. “ yea I known what you thinking, it happens every time she enters the school” someone said behind me. “ huh” looked at the girl behind me, the girl has a wavy honey brown hair, she smiled, “name is Bridget packer” “ huh mine Kate Griffin, well yea I was just wondering why everybody well most people let just say that went to friends with her, who is she, like did she run the school or I don’t understand”. She chuckled “ nah she is Killian cousin” “ sorry who” I was confused “ wait you don’t know Killian, well everybody known who he is, his family and other fam

This time the assassin switched cores—the air cooled—Caligo swirled around their arm—a shadow spear formed and hurled toward Kael’s throat. Alessia screamed, “KAEL!” He didn’t dodge. He caught it barehanded. Shadow against shadow—Caligo matching Caligo—their energies hissing against each other—Kael’s voice dropped to a whisper. “You’re sloppy.” The assassin flinched. Kael crushed the spear between his fingers, Caligo dissolving like black dust. The assassin leaped backward, landing on the half-shattered balcony rail. “Who trained you?” Kael’s mask tilted. “Not your concern.”

“Jesus! That kid never runs out of energy, does he?” A chuckle escapes my lips at his amazement. “Connor is definitely in a league of his own.” Declan looks down at his feet then back at me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looks nervous. Licking my lips, I lift my knees to my chest, wrap my arms around them and take a deep breath. “What are you?” I ask the question that has been niggling in the back of my mind since she showed up at the mansion. His brow quirks, but he maintains an even expression. “What do you mean?” Puffing out a breath, I throw back the covers and rise from the bed. “Wow,” I mutter out in disbelief. “Are we really going to play this game, Declan? Well, let me brea

"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

" You think I didn't know that an assassin was sent to kill me? I know the scent of everyone that is working for me in this company but yours is different, who are you!?" Ashley fought to withdraw the hand from her neck but couldn't. She was no match for the alpha. However, her survival instinct kicked in, she tried kicking him at his dick but Frederick eluded her leg and constricted his hand on her neck more. Ashley toiled to breathe. She kicked, and fought, but nothing seemed to be working. She wanted to try one more skill which would work but doing it here would do nothing but convince Frederick more that she was an assassin therefore exposing her secrets and motives.

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.

For a moment the three of us were tangled together in the dark, breath ragged, the only sounds the scrape of boots on stone and the splinter of more furniture giving way beneath the struggle. Faced with two opponents instead of one sleeping target, the assassin shifted at once from attack to escape, driving a knee into my stomach to create distance before diving for the window. I lunged after them anyway, catching only air and the trailing edge of their cloak as they hit the window ledge in a single fluid motion and vanished into the darkness beyond. They dropped two stories without hesitation, the kind of fall that should have broken bones and clearly hadn't. "Stop!" The word tore out of me