Assassin Academy Novels & Stories

Ellaine looked beside her and for a moment, she was distracted. Keisha lodges herself forward and kicks her in the face. "Fuck!" she screamed loudly, dropping the gun on the driver's side. Ellaine pushed the corpse away to try and get her gun back but Keisha would not allow it. "By now you probably know I'm an assassin,don't you?" Keisha asked while she was running out of breath. She kicked Ellaine in the face again, slamming her head against the front of the car. "A terrible one," Ellaine answered before grabbing Keisha's foot.

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

What team? “What other team? I thought it was originally you, the Mountains and Tati?” I ask, becoming confused. When Alina chuckles. “She means my little helpers.” We all look at Alina and Cass, and her team chuckle. Little helpers? Little … Oh, for fuck’s sake. “You mean your little assassins?” I say and Alina winks at me. I groan internally. Just great. Alina funds an assassin academy. One of their best is known as Ghost. Ghost is a woman and was high up in the ranks of the Bratva. Not much is known about her, just that she is one of Alina’s best. Then one day she hung up her guns.

Joe revved the truck and careened through the driveway. I grabbed onto the dashboard. “What’s happening?” Joe let out a sigh. “She was part of my previous life…before I came back.” He paused. “I’m not sure how to say this, so I’m just going to say it. We are highly trained and skilled assassins for a government-backed organization.” He stopped and glanced at me. “Oh shit,” Alec said in the backseat, he held on for dear life as Joe maneuvered through the streets.

I wished, with a sudden, sharp ache in my chest, that someone would actually look at me like that for real. I dropped my iPad and leaned into the chair, closing my eyes. The assassination attempt on my father earlier that evening had drained the last of my adrenaline I was tired. I was stressed. And more than anything, I was desperate to feel something other than terror. I thought back to the night before. I had been on my way to find Kenneth, fueled by my friends' advice to "attack," to take control, to make him beg. My seduction plan had been interrupted by the alert of my dad’s murder attempt.

“Come on. Your brain was working the whole time, wasn’t it? Trying to figure out where you were.” I don’t answer right away. I just look at him. He pulls me closer to him, his grip firm. I glare at him, every ounce of hate clear in my eyes. But his attention isn’t fully on me. His gaze keeps drifting across the speakeasy, scanning, calculating like a predator waiting for a threat to reveal itself. The Academy? Did they send someone? Maybe even a top assassin trained to extract targets like me and Kael. I need to throw him off.

If they are sending assassins this close to the academy, we are not as safe as we thought. Sasha followed them through the gates. His footsteps were slow, heavy, but he did not stumble. The snow fell around them, soft and silent, covering the path behind them. The academy loomed ahead, dark and ancient, its windows glowing with warm light. Somewhere inside, Mira was waiting. Kai was waiting. Thorne was waiting. The baby kicked, once, twice, as if eager to meet them all.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

Upstairs, Alex was staring at the fake doctor. The man's smile never wavered. Neither did his eyes. Cold. Emotionless. Predatory. The assassin reached into his coat. Slowly. Deliberately. Alex's survival instincts exploded. He grabbed the bedside table and hurled it forward. The attacker cursed. The equipment crashed between them. Monitors toppled. Machines fell. Alarms immediately erupted throughout the room. The assassin lunged forward. Alex rolled off the opposite side of the bed. Pain shot through his injured body.

” ”PROFESSOR TAN, THAT IS ENOUGH! The whole room gets swallowed up in silence along with Doctor Reginald Estrellas’ aura of ferocity. Even Professor Johnny almost fell off his chair. ”We will not waste time with your sermons! You speak once about your latest complaint and then you can step out of this hall as soon as you are done!” ++++++++++ “So the assassin is freelance?” ”Yep, not even part of his Elite Team. This one is one of those for hire bastards that were once part of a shitty pirate squad up in the Maldives area. Fucking overpriced if you ask me.”