Assassin Classroom Novels & Stories

” ”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.”

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-"

Thankfully, I turned on the coffee maker before I entered the shower earlier. The monitor dings again, reminding me that Hunter has made it up the stairs. Unlike some of the other assassins, I know that my security system is a little less intrusive. Most of it is coded for the people I know, making it easier for them to get through the system without issue. As for strangers…Well, they go through a more thorough system.

they all sat around the teacher. "Well, as they saw in practice, they realized that part of a gentleman, they found it necessary to direct certain qualities to different people and that others know differently, such as assassin, which is when someone is stealthy and can surprise by the back to anyone, the lookout, who are characterized by having good eyesight, the commanders, by leading others; Gentlemen, everyone is supposed to be able to fight with a sword to obtain that distinction, also that of a tracker, that is what their name says, and the doctors, are not so recognized but they are of vitality in the battle line, but within each of them there are classes depending on how strong they

Well all the assasins he had in the room at the moment were all psychopaths who takes joy in their trade. The appearance of Freckles at the weapon room where Lightning was about to exist startled the both assassins but it was Lightning who was the first to react and before the scrawny killer with a lot of freckles could react his throw was slit and left to fall to the ground with a fixed shock expression.

They looked towards the campus when they heard several shots and loud cries from somewhere inside. “Can I see the plan?” Alex suddenly asked, rushing towards the table to look. She moved her fingers over the print, analyzing something in her mind. “These could be the possible locations that they might be holding them up. The gym, the auditorium, and the cafeteria. All are big enough to hold a mass of students.” “How many guys are there inside?” She added. “We got information that there are ten men,” Malcolm answered. “But we have to assume that there could be more.”

As we made our way down, I almost screamed as the huge form of the assassin appeared. He placed a finger on his mouth to silence us and with his hand gestured us to follow. Twenty metres ahead, on a narrow section of path, one side a hill, the other a deep ravine stood Alpha Francis and my Alexander in the middle of a heated argument.

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.

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.

He tries to brush it off, thinking he's just being paranoid, but the feeling persists. He slows down his movements and looks around the room, trying to spot any signs of intrusion. But there's nothing out of the ordinary. Just as he's about to resume his activities, his phone beeps with a message. He fishes it out of his pocket while still inside the woman and sees a message from one of his associates. His heart sinks as he reads the message. "Terminator is coming for you." He's heard of the infamous assassin before but had never thought he would be a target. He tries to push the woman off him and get dressed, but before he can even get up, the door to the room bursts open, and a figure dres