Assassin Classroom Novels & Stories

*giggles* After that, I'm going to ki- "Wtf! Bro, stop smiling, it's terrifying." Relax, William, that's your brother. "SHUT UP," I demanded. I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is William Carter, and I am a 36-year-old assassin. Reaper is the codename I use. Many people have motivations for being a spy, assassin, criminal, and so on. However, I became an assassin because of my father. Third-person pov

He appeared so nice and serene. "From what you can see, our enemy was just like any normal supernatural being. From here, we finally understand that there is no one with the word monster written on his or her forehead. Each one of you needs to be extremely careful and trust no one, "Aslan advised. "In this room, there are 20 of us. Tamsyn with her 5 work members, Aslan, and his 4 assistants, then comes Nolan and his 6 work members, then finally 3 members of the army together with me, making 20 of us. Given the fact no one here can be trusted, we have no choice but to take a blood oath "Caspian finally announced and silence fell in the room.

They entered the castle-like base and head to the boss department, they opened a room inscribed on the door were 'Spy Vin's room' he awed as he opened the room and looked at the designs, the room is large and beautiful decorated with white and gray, after his inspection it then dawned on him and he swirled around to face the proud assassin that t his door waiting for him to get use to the room, maybe he was assigned for him. "I have a question?" he said but the assassin rolled his eyes and continue looking at nothing maybe waiting for the question, with no reply from the assassin and no other option he asked already "Why spy though?, I have been senior assassin all my life and I am good at i

“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.

There was a lot of processing to be done around the topic, and I was having a hard time processing. I eventually got myself in order after taking a shower and headed back to my class. There seemed to be a buzz in the corridor that I could catch wind of; all I could see were girls whispering and mumbling among themselves, but it seemed like it wasn't targeted at me, so I didn't pay much attention to them. I got into the class, and I finally understood what all the fuss was about. I could fight back the smile that appeared on my face when I came in, and neither could he really. Ash Gunner had moved to the league C classroom to attend classes.

“Anyone that wishes to challenge one of the reigning assistants must show they have speed, strength, stamina, and agility for the position. Not only must they be able to be taught, but they also need to teach in my absence. Beta’s must show these skills when they are in post and this is what this class offers.” This is a man who takes pride in his work and I bet he has taught for many years. “There are five elements of my assessment process, Miss. Harper. The Assault course. Skill with a weapon. The human fight. The wolf fight. Finally, I need to observe your teaching style.”

Dresses aren't my thing. I'll pick a pair of jeans or sweats before I put on a dress. Dresses make me feel exposed and uncomfortable. I'm a warrior. I don't find killing myself to look good as a priority for the fact that I don't care about finding a mate. The mate bond is ridiculous, in my opinion. Falling for someone and losing yourself in them just because the Moon Goddess paired you two is utterly pathetic. Being an assassin, I learned that loving someone only leads to hurting them or yourself. Love makes people vulnerable and weak, and I want no part of it.

Asshole. Dot and her bonds head to class after she warns us all to stay safe and look out for each other. A part of me wants them to stay with us but if there's someone out to hurt me then it's probably best she keeps her distance. The guys keep me boxed in between them as we make our way to our first private lesson in the gym. The tutor has not arrived yet so we sit and wait, all lost in thought. Why would someone throw a dagger at me? I know I'm the weird new girl but surely that's not enough for someone to actually attempt to kill me. And why is this not being dealt with as seriously as it should? In the human world, this would be attempted murder, and the academy would have been put on l

After the series of events from the past weeks, everything died down and everyone began settling into their normal lives, i was back tutoring evans with a renewed resolve and unshakable defence or so i thought. I was more than determined not to notice he and his sly moves. Tamine clutched the three-ring binder to her chest like a shield. She had chosen the most unromantic place possible for their first mandatory tutoring session: Classroom 214, a musty, forgotten space on the third floor that smelled vaguely of old chalk and desperation. The room was mostly empty, the low winter sun casting long, judgmental shadows across the chipped linoleum floor.

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