Assassin Classroom Characters Novels & Stories

He was turned into a weak, limp marionette, dangling from Zayn’s hand. Zayn nonchalantly tossed him to the ground and looked down at him from above. He then asked, “Which club do you belong to?” The lead assassin’s pupils constricted from shock once again upon hearing Zayn’s query. “Who… Who are you?” the assassin stuttered. “Let me guess, you’re from the Order of the Solar Temple?” Zayn asked. The assassins had auras very similar to Shaun Shapiro. The lead assassin’s pupils constricted from even more, apparently confirming that Zayn was right.

They would have to find an entirely different apartment, purchased furniture once again, even find a new school to enrol—he was scheduled to start in two days. He wanted to stay with Aunt Judy, start his new school in the next few days, find new friends and have as many guests over in his brand new apartment, finally living alone do the first time. As much as he was afraid, the fury was starting to overshadow it; he didn't want to have to lie to his parents while he fled the city, afraid of an outcome that may never even happen. Besides, why would a mafia assassin yakuza want to murder newly senior high school student Nate Kennedy? Out of all they most likely had to deal with?

“I don’t know what a stupid kid’s game is supposed to teach us. I could be training for real right now.” I watched as he passed under the pine tree where I hid, not sparing a second glance. Quietly, I let myself down to the ground and reached my hand around his throat. “If this were real, you would be dead.” I hissed, causing his face to pale. “Let’s return to the training field shall we?” I was pleased to find Victoria was the only warrior not on the field, though she had managed to locate two of the former assassins. They stood mingling with the three pack warriors who had been caught first.

Is everything somehow my fault? Such questions left an aching hole in Luna's chest, and before she realized it, they had finally reached their Combatant class. Sitting in the university arena stadium, the students saw Professor Bain, and behind him stood four people. "Welcome to another day of Combatant class! Now that we have the exhibition match results, each of you will be placed in the class that suits you best. There are five classes: Magic-Caster, Weaponry, Beast-Tamer, Martial Arts, and Assassin."

“We live happily ever after.” “An ex-assassin and a vengeful killer?” I asked. “I couldn’t think of anyone more deserving,” he responded.

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.

ASH'S POV A few days have passed since what happened at our hangout place. No one tried to bring up that topic again. I was walking to the classroom when I saw Akisha walking alone. I was surprised when suddenly something came up to her. A kunai! Sh*t! I was about to run to rescue her when she suddenly bowed. It was as if she was tying something on her shoes, but there was nothing wrong with her shoes. It just depends on whether she lied to us about how weak her senses are. As I followed her, I did not realize that we were in the classroom. Until now, the murder of Miss Salvacion is still being talked about, and until now it has not been possible to determine the culprit. Soon, Sir Rios arri

I said as I watched them leave. "The dark haired girl is the girl from earlier in the hallway and her name is Kara while the other brown skin girl is Alyssa, the one who came out to help Kara." "I saw the way Alyssa called you Leo just now, do you have something with her?" I teased as we walked out of the classroom. "What no-" He stopped talking when he hit someone. "Did everyone return blind this year?!" A rude familiar voice thundered. "I didn't see, I just walked out the door and-"

Every time she looked at the contract, she saw the face of the young lad who came to her shop every morning to help her. "Sigh...what should I do? Husband?" She lay her head on the table, her gaze fixed on her sleeping daughter. ……… I've finally finished analyzing everyone in the class. Sia Celeste, Lance Ironwing, Eliza Kraus, Luke Brightwing, and Elia Royalise round out the cast. This group of five students were the class's shining stars. No, you might say they were the stars of this year's Academy. I should have sat a little more away from them now that I think about it. I have no desire to interact with them, they are simply danger magnets.

I shouted and pushed him back as I got to my feet, “You ruined them and as further torture you made Nok their caretaker. They’re down at the barrier struggling to survive and fight because you decided they were better used as tools to shame Nok rather than-” “Ashai,” he was still smiling like I was the one overreacting, “There have been many cases where I’ve been told I needed to be more cruel with my punishments and this was one of those times. Assassins, that’s what they were. A group of ten assassins that were all barely two centuries old. The youngest of them was just a few years older than Garmesh is now. I am fine with people uniting against me. I have every right to be labeled a monst