Assassin Classroom Novels & Stories

Because the light was too weak, she couldn't see the fresh blood smeared all over the girl's body, only was surprised and shouted: “Shelly... ah!" Nurse Rose stared in disbelief at her stomach, which had just been pierced by a screwdriver and fell to the floor. The children around her were not surprised to see her suddenly fall down, but found a familiar figure entering. Shelly stomped her muddy feet on the nanny rose, smiling at them. The angelic smile at this moment was bloodthirsty like a devil, and his eyes were red like hell fire. "Asian! Asian! Asian!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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

Craig Pov I angrily dropped my two fists on the top of my desk. I had already met the assassin but I unintentionally let him go. He was already in front of me but I had no idea that he was the Silent Assassin I had been looking for, for a long time. Maybe he's laughing at me now because of my stupidity. And this idea makes me even angrier.

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 would suit its back but time is not on my side. His glass door reveals he is neither in his ambiently lit kitchen nor his living room, but the security men from earlier at least denotes he is home and that is all that matters. Tucking my gun in its holster, I proceed to unlock the door with a central key. To become an assassin, you have to learn to pay more attention to details than even a forensic analyst. His door made not even a creak the last time I was here and now it is like I did not touch the door.

No one informed me about this. As I finish my food one of the MIB went out of hiding and said "Miss Ella we can pack up your stuff. So you can go to your next class." I thank him and ungracefully stand up. I slung my messenger bag and went to my last class. My last class is like an auditorium. It's big. Slowly students are trinkling inside the room. The professor entered and he introduced himself as Professor Anderssen. He gave us a pop quiz to see how extensive our knowledge in Algebra.

The training room was empty, it seemed like everyone had already changed into their uniform and class had already begun. Heaving a sigh, I walked to my locker and pulled it open. I took out the uniform and packed my hair in a lazy bun. I wore my sneakers and took a sip of water before leaving the changing room. I snuck into the class where we were to have combat practice and thankfully no one saw me sneaking in. Most of them were already practicing with their paired partners and the instructor was watching closely. I stood with others who hadn't been paired to watch them fight. Someone caught my sight, it was Asher. I had forgotten he was in my class and I saw him sparring with a blonde boy.

“Yes. Yeah. I’m fine.” We entered the class quietly. Most students were already seated. The room was wide, with long tables and glass windows that showed the morning fog outside. We sat at the back. Mira was still talking in whispers beside me. Then the door opened. And everything changed. The room went quiet. No teacher had even arrived yet, but everyone stopped moving. Cassian walked in first. Tall, sharp, deadly. He was wearing black, and his hair was dark and slick. His eyes scanned over the class like he didn't care who we were. He didn't blink. He just walked to the far corner and sat alone.

And somehow, that made it all worth it. I walked out of the class with Cassian by my side, as we walked to an empty classroom. ________________________________ Cassian and I walked out of the classroom just as the hallway flooded with students. We wove through the chaos until we reached the old AV room….empty, dusty, and blessedly silent except for the faint hum of a projector no one remembered how to turn off. “So,” Cassian said, kicking a chair around to face me. “Are you gonna tell me why you dragged me out here like we’re about to plot a heist?”

"Front and center! Let's see what the new Death God is made of. Attack me!" I scan the brightly lit, wide-open arena. Zero shadows. Zero cover. A tactical nightmare for a former assassin. But honestly? Trying to sneak up on an eight-foot-tall giant in broad daylight sounds exactly like the kind of stupid, chaotic fun I live for. I lick my teeth, dropping into a low, predatory crouch as my dark energy flares to life. Up in the spectator stands, the elite students of Class 1 are watching me like hawks. "She looks pretty fast," I hear one of the upperclassmen whisper, nudging my vampire roommate. "Did you guys just go easy on her in the cafeteria?"